Returns(for Bill) Slit eyed cherub marks time;drills his heels like a drunkenflamenco dancer – arm in armwith snare & hi-hat bluster. He’s shouting at thunder;swiping at air with steel batonin the purge of a moonlit hour. Merlin’s on stilts with menaceand puffed cheeks – gangly armsslash & grind, swinging overthe din of hammers. Fingers bouncingContinue reading “Returns”
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Your Song Is My Song
Your Song is My Song It’s a wrap at the Chinatownshindig – they’re painting starsabove Beaumont Highway tonightwith high-viz neon sparks. It’s all light frou-frouswith laughing gas & smoke,embroidering the black shroudwith on the fly calligraphy. Between narrow slitsof a wooden shack,a lambs eye is squinting through celestial vapours.Stupefied by black tarand brandy, a manContinue reading “Your Song Is My Song”
Low Heroes & the Lodger
Low Heroes & the Lodger Let’s not talk of DJ’s or of blackouts.I’m breaking glass & crashingthrough iron doors at Hansa witha loaded Luger & a bunch of wonderfulpeople—all teeming with silent problems.We’ll scrawl bright red graffiti & nailit all down to a nouveau art millennium. I’m sick of this rotting wine; the lustfulglances inContinue reading “Low Heroes & the Lodger”
Visions of Orion Poetry 