Jackson

blac blocs were my favourite local band. I was upset when they broke up after only two albums. This poem is made entirely from words cut from blac blocs’ lyrics page (no longer online, sadly) and words cut from the lyric sheet of blac blocs’ 2010 CD mandala. With apologies and love to Allan, Dion, Ray, Tonja Read more

I want to lock my face cams on your chocolate-cake eyes ski your hardline nose with my q finger swipe your plush-ice mouth with my spacebar trackpad thumb examine with my i finger the precious folds and little faint hairs of your pinna trickle my j finger down the long line from the left hinge Read more

The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      that came in when your windows were open      that got in your hair      that you put out      into the violent February weather      thinking that its proper domain      thinking yourself not able to provide for it      that came in again      that you put out again The beautiful strange enormous cricket-thing      with Read more

There’s a live radio version from 2012 in this interview. His piss in the toilet, his siren sweat in the air: gone, in the light. In the sink, a glass, his lick dried on it somewhere. In the open bin, on the tissues and plastic, two knotted condoms, 3am, 4am. He wouldn’t stay till morning, Read more

It’s the staleshit smell hanging under the perfume in the white-tiled shopping-mall toiletIt’s the bony old cat in the house of the chubby-faced studentsIt’s the streak of smog above the blue and white beachfrontIt’s the distant sirenIt’s the one string that won’t stay in tuneIt’s whoever grew old, then young, then diedIt’s the black edge Read more