After all its just a face

squares and hoops

stick a square on your chest
around your neck
hang a square like a necklace
symmetrical shape hung square

Dans la bibliothèque

Now I'm here in spearmint blue
Pointless pale chopsticks
who wants to eat anyway?
You left the taint of blue in my new wooly hat
Though,
it suits my face, this colour

'Cascade the dark curls'
rest on flowing crimson gown

thats your girl

goofy, heartwarming smile
test you like a sun rise
over fully blossomed hills

thats your girl

frowning neurotic tick
beat you like
her embroidered emblem, hair clip

I know you didn't ask her over for tea

in the middle of the night?

So while she sitting
bemusing
in her literary chair
I'll be there
with you
playing
the verago of her novella

I, I,
jetsam me
stinkingly
try-ing
to overthrow
fido fido!
waif-ing
she-wafting
I touching
she jangle-ing
I humming
she singing!

I laying dark in a fine jersey knit

She dream voluptuously on a poofy poofy
night slip.

'Cascade the dark curls'
rest on feathered pillow

thats your girl
blue-stocking

Then I'll be your Chanel


Wine lipped and camel
straw haired and flannel


'Cascade the dark curls'

Nylon

First we kiss
Then you will lock the door by day.

Look at you
in your electric blues
standing boldly
waiting to coo
me off
into the greywash outdoors

I don't like your goodbyes
their florescense
uneases
befriends

electrically forthright
to soldier me out

and where are your love eyes...?
my soft face retains
in bug lit
and liquorice blues
I'm watching for clues

everything
anything
I'm holding there
and waundering?
temporarily
for you

And there with your bug eyes
so subtley I snooze
pear appetite of water
flowing pale, I lose
the juice
and fall on my lap!
to absorb another second
than mop up another wreckage

of pared down
dry light
of a hop skipped
and fair night
with me and electric blues

I don't know if it is acceptable

to wear such florescent colours

Set, set that crown on the ground

Shipment confirmed. unfinished.

Soldiers and mermaids
Soldiers and mermaids

I think I'd be different if God hadn't violated me!

GET ME A w a y

A w a y

from the Seamans church

If I'll be all knowing
that the men are marrying the mermaids
shot into the sea
NOT ME NOT ME
the mermaids getting the men, and loosing their toes...
watered down woes of shell touching brutes/

but did you ever see a boatman take off his boots?

And so with bandages on my knees
I'll be carrying the boatmens wives dainty feet

I'll learn their secret ways by instinct and watching,

........................
the Seaman, who'll always give me time to comb my hair

then march me in, to the chapel of my molestation
suited and booted

flanked

 to take on a temporary role

bare bossomed blood bank

make her walk the plank, make her walk the plank!

'If the walls were too thin

you would break in...'
Pornographic Soldier

Cornered

If I'll be seen

in a corner

slowing my pulse

discoiling your skin

in my hand

to let it leave

let it be

and alien beings
taking from me!

jet haired pigeons
always taking from me!

If I'll be seen

walking out

I'll be leaving you to eat

while,
I'll be wired outside the shop of your fancy

the walls that hang the stuffs

that lure you in-- 

fine strings of the deli
hang-ing

presenting to you,

an array of
tings

unwrapping themselves to give you wings,

disloyal lodgings of other craving beings

and silvering...

go
find your other sightings!
dig with a pick

And if I'll be seen,

in a corner,

slowing pulse,

discoiling skin,

then you'll have unwrapped

your tinny tin tins -

come back to me cornered!

with entrance fees in

to a cave all stoned up,

to your booted feral whims

...................

The Phase of my life

what you see in me is 'one of the same'
but for me this is simply a phase.

Do not venture too far

Truffle

a frop of auburn head

rest on the side of a thigh

that was my biggest delight

slapped up, mucked up. slappers fear. the slackers brigade of meerful cheer. and near it, knock it, face it down, the slackers brigade have found their gear. and speed it up and knock it down, and your profound!- head in the ground. And lolly lopping. started STOP. slackers here, slackers here. pock a poch and poke it in. slappers fear slackers near. and longing lobside, wake it up! you've had enough! you've had enough!  

Rushing there to touch the skin
sensi, done
sensi, done
souly, softly
quiet eyes
gentle lip, and smoothly thighs
gently there
gently there
grab a wrapper
wrap it up

wrap it up

who gives a fuck


a breathy freeze or quiet sleep
cottons down
half way down
can't you hold it?
can't you dear?
so wrap it waist it
give it here

wrap it up
back it up

slackers here
slackers here

Bridges

We didn't build our bridges simply to avoid walking on water. Nothing so obvious. A bridge is a meeting place. A neutral place. A casual place. Enemies will choose to meet on a bridge and end their quarrel in that void. One will cross the other side. The other will not return. For lovers, a bridge is a possibility, a metaphor of their chances. And for the traffic in whispered goods, where else but a bridge in the night?

Jeanette Winterston, The Passion


Our souls, they are Siamese

A performance written

You sit and I watch. The boy and the elephant. I dress you in a sailor hat and I watch you hide your face with balloons. I tell you to do so. Your hair is dry today, and your eyes are not as open as usual. I can’t tell if I love you or not. Don’t smile! You had to go and smile didn’t you?  And when I lean down towards you, you try and kiss me. Kiss me?! You think I want to kiss you. And its my turn now. But I wear a mask. An elephant mask. The elephant mask that suits me. I untie the anchor… from around your ankle and let you walk out of my shot. I thumble in, I dance for you. I march for you. I wave my little flag to the end of the earth for you. I wear myself out for you. Down for. And then we stand togther. I am fair and you are dark as a brown eyed camel. I pester you then rest in you. I pester you then rest in you. I rest in you and RUN! I pester you and RUN! I pester you and RUN. I RUN I RUN. I RUN.

And back for helping two. I’m running into you.

And always back to you. I’m eating into you.

And always back to you. To you I’m back to you.

And eyes will eat me too. My eyes eat into you.

And your eyes eat me too. Their eating in for you.

……………………………………………………………………………………...........

The elephant eats well. A gingercake. Something fresher. Something like a new ginger desert. Two nights too. I’m thinking ginger through. I’m smelling ginger too. I’m seeing gingered room. 

But ginger can’t take elephants.

And then I’m back to you…

And you can taste my ginger dream. My hunger eats you whole.

But I can’t have my ginger now. And you won’t fill my bowl.

And so I take you bit by bit. My swelling stomach moans.

You tell me you’re a philosopher.

But you just don’t seem to know!

You fill me up with all your words. For I should want all those?

You know a lot but got not gut. And I can see your holes.

The philosopher or the artist elephant?

Do you make or do you tell?

My swollen lips and bone dry hips

Need watering as well.

And so we’re living separately. The island and the sea.

But islands holding wells of me, whereas two Islands never meet.

The philosopher and the elephant. An unsatisfying meal,

For shes the body, hes the mind, But the only one to understand her kind.

Tanned skin became fashionable in popular seaside resorts