Friday, 24 August 2012

Friday Night Mars Fly

Friday night

mars fly

panting abdomen

out on the glass

look, I don't want that in

phone lines down

flew in before

he could shut

open wider out

in here kitchen

vibing like a metal zip

speed pulling

on broken teeth

white light

shadow wall show

bayonet moon


off and on off and on

I don't like not knowing where

irrational attractor

colliding with his

gas mask face


resting on the boiler

bee or wasp


I've never seen

the door shut

we must keep it where

out of the bed

our clothes

where we can see it

it's late

two of six legs

cross and slide

and wings

peels of burnt skin

gothic arch leading

bullet body

skin tight

painted blood clot colour

uncooked offal

warning stripes

to a mouse

or snake venom

I'd be found

lying immaculate

in the long grass

with afterthought spasms

of a fortune telling fish

can I see a sting

makes Michael very sick

easy to just

a jar


room half size

advance and avoiding



zed zed zed

and chrome bucket


a stop in the slice of


under the door

our cat wines

mine mine

the other side

of no-man's land

what would they do

I'll deal with it tomorrow

just go to bed

climb and trap

and show the boys

spray from a can

a foreigner

the window down

in a different language

stay a wooden yard


out rectangle

then big for

night drills

phones still down

and it's so hot in here

fire could catch

you go

call me

I'll wait

see where it flies

watching swing ball

all the rage

till the wire breaks

out or

down on the lino

under a plastic box

come in now.





I've thrashed insects

from my dress

every hot morning

I remember

and dried my face

on those sleeping

in my towel


outside copper pipe runs

bleed the wall.

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

After Hamilton Yarns

I feel homesick for home

I make uncomfortable

the place I know

my place

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Ballroom Hungry Crush - Live

Filmed at the Bleeding Hearts Club, Brighton, 2 July 2012. With thanks to Chris Davies.

Monday, 6 August 2012

Sunn Day

On Sunn night the sky rushed down the sea

and they gave outlines to

an iron age storm coming


tremor and tiny shift of silent anxiety

of I don't know yet

but an unborn sense

in the seed and skull

sound of tectonic step on prehistoric

or over a hairline crack


I'm here but somewhere I've been

something could happen

and tear at the walls

so the floor collapses on what I left behind


but here blood tunnels and tooth

undoes a seed a root

with no knowledge of colour

just eat and drink and lean towards Sunn

a membrane shirt between eiderdown and broken mountains

spoken by men in cloaks


and electric smoke born and trapped between the arches

preachers of nothing lain on a dolmen

or surgery bed

attended by temple bones memorial to a ghost promenade

the stage for curved throats wide as scream angle

where the sun dials point to primal streams

are the only movement on this island

further into my vein a needle thread

in and out through the earth

and stone neck where our breath rests

and crawls ruby to emerald scabs

sonic quick sand deeper than gravity


blade humming birds wing scything

sternum-down-plugged in-solar plexus-floor-earthed

my roots feel their way to wormy mineral waste


as I sway on earth I fuse and fracture

we face Sunn

iron rays ploughing cloud vaults locked

bloom to vapour and last as long as

a depth charge cupped in my hand

leaves touch heat and open to hold more weight


mammoth finds a magnifying glass and stares at a virus

till it flares down on the hot plate

branding death watch beetle into oak

twinkle sparks distract the mammoth

and he falls in love with mistral

charging away false darkness murmuring thunder

inhale every colour together makes white

volume blindness leaves a stain on my hair roots

wasp song to tuber rose

we are grain drowners


if I close my eyes can I touch your arm

in case I forget I'm alive

you'll know what I mean that flowers are blind


nine petals open and curl round air caves

close over my ears

premonition of the grave


blown east by noise

decay eases the mesh

spine spacing surface tension of water ribs


jet was coal


a glass walked to the edge and

fell under sound