Leading On
There is no end until it comesand then silence Perhaps it was a touch too muchor elsea bit too little beauty Was the dark to…
Tag: Scribligraphy
These poems, originally pulled together in a small, laser-printed collection back in 1998, were for me a way of trying to make sense of things – an intense period including psychological breakdown, and the slow work of recovery. You’ll find early sketches of ideas that still preoccupy me: the ‘meticulous blur’ of trying to capture something true, the difficulty and necessity of connection, and grappling with what felt like a very dark ‘night.’ Figuring things out, often through these ‘sore words,’ and these pieces are mementoes that remain.
From the Night
I bring regards from the nightand gifts, to the little onesin the corners of your mind Thanx for waitingthanx for trusting I come with scarsand…
Private Roads (?Exposure)
Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…
More Music
Rhythm with momentumskips a playful stumbleletting go, to findrhythm with momentum,and something new as well Return the beatrestore the score, and bandbrooding on the barren…
Another Portrait
I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…
Broken
I've lost my rhythm'can't remember where or whenbut lose I did, and moresee rhythm needs momentum,and that I've lost as well. I've lost the beatconfused…
Carnival (Icarus)
Other times,when demons do existHades is a spring carnival,compared to the chambers of my soulthe demon I adore the most,the infinite hands,forming hands forming handsof…
Sometimes
some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…
Simplicity
I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…