How do you get
what you need to
get what you need?
Isn’t the heart so
small, still and jingly, so
lonesome in the dark?
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Deep blue sea
Do you have
a strong mind?
I think I do,
I said, for
when I cast,
I cast far, but I
reel it back in.
Some, though,
once the hook sets,
give line
and the fish goes
and far
and they all go live
in the deep blue sea.
For Annegien
And for Phil Phillips
Our brother-and-sisterhood
Our brother-and-sisterhood we’ll reclaim
beyond this crude scavenging, past
words and cries in the
dawn of the world itself
A still-free man
There are spaces within which
criminals know they’ve
done it, but
no one else does
yet:
the space between the
trigger-pull and
hammer-strike;
the space through which
the bullet flies;
the space between the
impact
and its registering in the brain.
Such spaces expand
to mingle with the air.
You may have
passed through one
on your way here.
Your space program
You launch to land on
ever-smaller stars.
Your rockets go up
in micro-tiny flames.
You ‘n’ drugs
You steal your life
from your cheek and your chest.
Your god is your soul, fracked,
burning in the sky
His little itch
Someone with his key has
tagged my window – scratch
scratch his little itch – so
I see him and not
the water the school the wood –
see his soul stretched. Yes,
I see and am with him, I am
in him now and go with him.
I go with him all around.
The blacker the branch
The blacker the branch, the
redder the eye that
peers knowingly in my room
When I was sick and could fly
Once while
sick at school
in the nurse’s bed
I thought of spies
and crossed the room
and never tripped the alarm
That the most natural things are the most painful looking back
Not calling.
It ending.
Never saying thanks.
