Jackson

Like love, I need this sunlight. Like arms around me, I need this thunder and rain. I need this storm of noise like I need to breathe. Like anticipated lips, I kiss        these wet stones gleaming with a blue dawn,        these diamonds in the dirt,        these nightingales. Like eyes locked on mine,… Read more

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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