Jackson

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The wind works and wallops and I am waiting. In my place, in my tower, waiting. What shape will you take, this time? Will you be a knight        with a straight back and a straight lance        and eyes fresh from the temple,        flush with your crusade? Or will you be like Shrek, Read more

Lay your stuff on me, anything you’ve got, sparkle-new or pre-loved, keeps me moving … Hey, it’s 2004 already. And he says the world’s going to hell in a handbasket but I say to him no—you are. OK, so petrol’s expensive. But people are still driving old Datsuns with P-plates and attitude and I can Read more

Lip-prints on your fragments, your fossils, fostered in my secret places, found in private books and drawers, clean, beautiful and old, vessels from Before— before everything dissolved in the millennial acid. Accidents, artefacts, individual and cold. My lips are still warm—hey, I’m warmer than Before, I’m burning with it— and I would do now what Read more

In Iceland a poet lies in a coma In Australia I light a candle The poets think it will help and who am I to say, and what else can I do? Bush gets in again— light a candle for democracy John Peel dies— light a candle for music If art is still possible light Read more

Put my words on you You in the place of you You in the role of you Lay my eyes on you You and the grace of you Blind in the gale of you Lay my hands on you You and the real of you Feel for the whole of you. Spread your sauce on Read more