Jackson

coffee kicks in my mouth tastes like Melbourne Read more

on the shelves     left droppings in the corners     shucked skins in the dawns     transmitted shrillings on the hot grille     splayed on the screen     smeared on the matrix     splattered guts in the cracks     deposited egg-cases First published in Positive Words Read more

cruising by wearing nothing but shorts fat man in wheelchair Read more

statuses and poemlets I am red, purple, black, interior angles, bridges, electric guitars and cellos, the calm taste of midnight, the free smell of rain. tundra opera. opera opera. camera complete peel bebop opera dubstep tundra trip-hop camera concept precept tap compete? peel. opera when to act & when to wait / when to speak… Read more

I want a better pen. This one came from a chainstore packet dozen. Its cheap opaque plastic hides its ink and its barrel is too narrow for my hand. Its medium point is sadly blunt. It’s rough, sluggish, dragging its ball: it doesn’t dance. I want a well-built fine-point, grip-milled, translucent. I have a particular… Read more

In the glass-shielded propaganda frame mounted on the bulkhead of the driver’s compartment a carefully-chosen chubby bloke-next-door is white     in a uniform     straight     smile I can almost smell his cheap aftershave Someone else has risked the cameras to rim his welcoming teeth with crimsonned lips First published in Uneven Floor Read more