14.11.08

this





this series looks

complete

as
night

is

d ay


9.12.05

one reward

date one is two





the reward







flagship of her eyes

over the looking at











dont pretend when you cant't even see
to feel what is air and not
what is there or seeping still
its evacuation by the tent

1.12.05

heres

.













here





am I






her e .







he r e .




lave d .

10.11.05

when cry

when








































I cried Mama to your lips













































I cried








































my body's been lost so long

6.11.05

on the half

on the half-hour death comes
hour glass of my body ruin of fragment
(drums) how lover (of) teeth are dead
no longer with and without
no longer

no




n'










always no to me

3.11.05

(the) sender

the
















sender






























pleads




































rigging in the high land




the boat swain

















































rocks





































over chew and fail


























a
pail


to make light sands







between the elbow and the eye of
her heart
my seeming










what spell was this
cast the first stone

























by the hedge the serious waters
of stone


























































grasping the









































grange

1.11.05

16.10.05

pro 2

providin youre a good boy

we might let you love





even

15.10.05

provided

provides a direction for me





is that hard to grasp



I said



without you I m not motivated





I get nothing done





and




so it has been





nothing


waste





years







&






I have no illusions about this suffering



its justification




is absent





none

to


found







as its body time fer

dead time








MaMa





I was a man

till you stole that from me




almost forced me to become




something not worth




naming





repeating






as the explainers






ready to rush




in

















with their always ready

10.10.05

gut

ter







is the end of something a form of

genius




transoming its name





against bitter winters




of the body




its pain of its pain that
cannot be








spoken






as what's there to say





about some body


awkwardly



skewed on the be










d






its back misplaced dead num































b











ovoid




a grifter is not nay

a drifter in your rule





























punished as I am by
these women
whose sorrow's unkempt
to punish me
all their lives
hurt




harm blame





hinder the heart of one


whose spirit is great

who's great


who's been killed






so



it weaves











the counting days





to that god

I say no






keep it











knit your death stockings sister

you bore me

bore right into me with your deaths

3.10.05

'are

left






.









le




f




t






b



r




e



a



t





h






b



a




r







e






.

10.9.05

the

the time you called



to tell me you were dead
















.

I knew you'd go back drinking
no matter how sober you'd beome
on a given day
I knew you were dying
doomed like a dome with out a place
to cap

its Rome and death
was your statuesque name








.





I repeat myself


always



&






now




I am crippled



like a spent



one

who's killed his knight.









Repeat




myselves


















.


































.

8.9.05

'ock

.





in


side






her










face







walks before m





e






side








what




is





?




no




m

a


r



k





is this




.










scarlet








as




the






call








.










her
















.

7.9.05

its top ...

some


was it good


good


as the



cloud




rared


its













fight







not



topping





the




rue









of










it















.

















smile beleaguered girl



internal





the conversation




















.

2.9.05

s't 'on 'e

.







in the coffees


heaven




smoking




taste inside





her mouths




dare






.












what cod


of


fish






piece



of




rest















.