Moon mother
Way up there
Off to work
Before morning
My dishes put away
Red wine rings
On night glasses
Moon mother
Somewhere near Dog Star
but not too close
Off across the sky
before morning
Moon mother
coaxes me down from ledges
Flattens the sky
Until I see dust
around her lashes
dinner's taken care of
Moon mother
Calls me when she walks the dog
Talks business at 9pm
We eclipse glimpses
Every once in a while
30.9.16
Séance
Catch-all psychics leave white damp doilies. Black ants march at the no answer. Marsh light vomits through blinds blinded bug-winded old man nests on mats splotchy skin sweaty river crossers ford for no answer. Take a calculated risk. Pay out pray but try not pry knots off no answer. Sanction done over-overall drawn small psychics leave horoscope Mercury liquid to trickle in your underwire. Take a breath. Try to think. Count down until you can hold your Yukon Jack close to firepits close to the overpass where we performed Super Depression Research. Take a pill. It's an above average Sunday for a Monday.
14.5.16
Hansel & Gretel
ignore traffic signs
you're in a hurry to get there
wiggle onto the tough
leather saddle
of the old man's Gazelle
lioness, hunch
pounce and tear off
the gear shift (oh shit)
uncordoned aim
less human expansion
the sea kept them back
until they got crafty
rode around polders
taunted the fish
or built windmills
on fish hills
sea mills
turbines with geometric scales
cobblestone twists
farmlands/villages
Heather on hillside keeps
healthy distance
enough centuries to mature
into the illusion
of bald contentment
the woods
keep Table Mountain out
of the sun its
Northern Ontario mosquitos
bewitched into fairy white bulls
by residential schools
stop for an ice cream
stop for a six-pack
stop for a sign
you're in a hurry to get there
wiggle onto the tough
leather saddle
of the old man's Gazelle
lioness, hunch
pounce and tear off
the gear shift (oh shit)
uncordoned aim
less human expansion
the sea kept them back
until they got crafty
rode around polders
taunted the fish
or built windmills
on fish hills
sea mills
turbines with geometric scales
cobblestone twists
farmlands/villages
Heather on hillside keeps
healthy distance
enough centuries to mature
into the illusion
of bald contentment
the woods
keep Table Mountain out
of the sun its
Northern Ontario mosquitos
bewitched into fairy white bulls
by residential schools
stop for an ice cream
stop for a six-pack
stop for a sign
13.4.16
Breakfast
In my rush to make
breakfast we are all out of
eggs
bread
milk
cheese
bacon
and the parsley has a yellowish
tinge like it's possessed by
the Necronomicon.
I hope it tastes all right.
breakfast we are all out of
eggs
bread
milk
cheese
bacon
and the parsley has a yellowish
tinge like it's possessed by
the Necronomicon.
I hope it tastes all right.
21.3.16
Bust of Stadholder-King William III (1650-1702), 1699 - Jan Blommendael
The curls of his wig
like a mountain of skulls
a drugged pose,
ready for the brush
The eye lands softly,
confrontationally,
on the mighty-minded man.
"Wie bent u?" –
deference still necessary –
we have manners after all.
We won't be so lucky to have busts made
After the fall.
like a mountain of skulls
a drugged pose,
ready for the brush
The eye lands softly,
confrontationally,
on the mighty-minded man.
"Wie bent u?" –
deference still necessary –
we have manners after all.
We won't be so lucky to have busts made
After the fall.
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