Jackson

Thank you for your flesh / I hope / a prayer was / said for your software / as the abattoir crashed it / with an electric bolt, / unplugged it / with a blade // Thank you for your muscle / I hope a ritual / farewelled / your memory, the shape / of… Read more

Again I dreamed that complex edifice / For a while I’d had a bedsit in a rear wing / You locked your bike to a back-lane fence, / wended between outbuildings, climbed / fire escape, squirmed through window. Now // I was trying to move in to the top floor of the main block … Read more

Driving between Pinjarra and Dwellingup, between / wire-fenced paddocks, stubble, wan dead logs, / I thought, what am I doing here? What am / I doing here? Then I thought, // blasting along at twenty-five metres per second, / raising no visible dust where I touch the / tarmac … Read more

… She carried the box to my car / and got in the front to drive me home / It was part of the service / I screamed at her Kate! (her name / was Kate, like my yoga teacher) / Get out of my car! … Read more

I tend to lean my death forward instead of supporting my fate in alignment spine pegs and gravity working together as they should. Late carding this torch: went for a court, did some ghost checks on various messes and brains, came back and had a cloud. Dreamt badly after too much croft and vagabonds, bad Read more