• Un/speak/able

    With what’s left of my face after you have finished with it, your sun melted it, your shocks and switches scoured and scarified it, your challenges chopped and chiselled it, your licks and lays licked and lavaged it, ravaged it with your un speak able ways With whatever skin I still have, whatever still works Read more

  • torrential

    boy girl man woman unman unwoman all humanly in sharp sharp sharp harmony, in flesh& in breath, in transmission tshirt breathe yr sweat old &consequential torrential in seven flat minors, in seconds, in second HAND HANDs, in EYEs of authorship ice of ownership place of hiding in nine FOOT walls in shrines in SKINs of Read more

  • They grew him and he left They left him—he returned He sings and his words fall from their mouths When he sleeps their dreams disturb his peace He sings and sings Is he not a bird? His dreamwords fall, my wings return Read more

  • Wanting to talk with you I went to your official residence and many people met me (staff, relatives, followers, tourists). All of them spoke of you but none could introduce us because you weren’t there. They said you’re not there very often. Well … maybe you’re out walking somewhere and if I walk enough I’ll Read more

  • Steel tube

    With four notes, four stones (four stabsites in my gut) four elements, four winds, four corners of my mouth (with large and small violences) what more [do I (I?)] need? There is a reason (not) There is a story (journey) (not) There is searching and not finding. Finding is loss with everything in the chanting, Read more

  • Sketch-music

    Liffey boardwalk, June 2005 High-shriek gull-call high high slow die High-rise low-rise help help no go Murmur and rise-fall of Irish-English, Japanese, German: locals and tourists sharing the benches. Tinny sketch-music in Japanese headphones. River flows silent: don’t go don’t go Footsteps, strolling the boardwalk past me Bus rumble-rolling the street behind me Horns tooting Read more