Jackson

a face lined and bristled a smooth peach kiss gloves laid aside hands touch Read more

Only in dream do the children come out first, lined up, nervous Only in dream do my enemies look on, tittering, nudging in new school uniforms Only in dream my book’s blank leaves grow scribbles crowding out his name. I draw a box to protect it, to carry it. Only in dream is he taller. Read more

Let me tell you in A flat minor that my feet are a snare and a tomtom Skin: a splash cymbal Heart: a hihat a ching ching ching ching ching ching ching ching Gutcoil: bass guitar and kickdrum Inter locking Inter woven In So let my hair be slow electric, my eyes be rests and Read more

voice gone (the flowing voice you loved) stripped to grunts, small sighs, more silence than sound voice changed (the lilting voice I loved) sculpted to death, cut glass, shut faster than books the possessed voice has possessed itself (I don’t know you) inhabits itself in its own words, grows virtuous and disconnected rains on itself Read more

He invites me to the special, firstclass dining room Wear your Bombay hat, he says, so I find it and in a girly white hat and a long flowered not-me dress I cross a room crowded with ordinary tables of ordinary people They all know me Some of them maybe even care about me and Read more

We walked to the water, but we didn’t touch the water, didn’t drink the water We walked by the water, along, near, above the water, but not in the water. Baptise us. Drown us, resurrect us in worldwash. Wash us real. Fill us, don’t leave any space in us, let us swim in stumbling stars. Read more