Torsade Literary Space Apprehensively (poem)
Apprehensively Everything was bet that day on ends Still his mind hedged with a handbook He had created through practice, of devil’s arcana He disliked the internet, but learned its self-delusion… not what can be, but is aspired to the great and wealthy totter on a temple tiered to the heavens […]
Peeled (poem)
Peeled Apparency is the means into the mind Dreary the mood of an overheated October Afternoon and no escape The crowd all move together Did the nape clench With premonition Knowing this thing coming Will roll Like the spinning wheel of a wrecked Bicycle a slammed brake Damned if the distractor […]
Bride to Be (part twelve)
Bride to Be (part twelve) Yet with my crafty uncle the field was never taken For thus had his stronghold been devised Ringed fences narrowing passage like a maze A lone stone knob on which, from times bards tell of in their lays Sons of the House of Barangalen Behind […]
Her Day (poem)
Her Day Will you do something? Uncontexted, the question compels, does it? The writer had been hired to complete a story Not so fast, though. The publisher prefers she prove herself She reviews the half-done coattail she might ride to fame Maisie Day, reformed sex-worker turned private agent Encounters her usual […]
Goods for Love (poem)
Goods for Love On the midden heap Above the flood still inundated If you substituted Goods for love Your heart speaking through Some accident of neurofibre What chance angle or what play of light refracting A carbohydrate rush Acting on your mood They iridesce and their rims Have a soft […]
Even Heard (poem)
Even Heard Nothing recently radio silence almost a fig leaf of the past Your old friend with his bags of heirloom seeds Took them to the farmer’s market, Sharpied a sign saying FREE Bought tickets on the very plane they grounded for yawing side-to-side, nose up, nose down Stricken passengers allowed […]
The Minister of Inaction (poem)
The Minister of Inaction The minister of inaction Keeps perch en pointe, soft chamois slippers toe the orb That bald pate of Oz, antiquity’s ruler-deity Admired with gentle pity by explorers Dust devil sands have scoured him to ivory Your hope in stealing close to shelter from the dreary sun Curled […]
Quid pro fauxbia (poem)
Quid pro fauxbia The fear of human society Quid pro fauxbia Lye over the discarded fruit Heaped in fermenting waste And burn or atomize Disrupt the life cycle of the fly Maggots thrive in their maggotry so have no reason To care that their own days are numbered Barbed edged rain […]
Distract Us (poem)
Distract Us She hadn’t got the chance to finish her story, the corner fire let, if gas might do no worse than burn blue, be. Let night fall then, somewhat like in hue, dusk’s velvet box creak its hinge, evening solitaire and satellite its chippy twin, or evil, attic-rummage legacies enough […]
Eight: agreement (poetry series)
agreement 1) is a murderer the new celebrity 2) are bong shops good for failing towns 3) new technology or none? 4) if we mined all the gemstones now a) could we bulldoze tidy covers b) grow greenswards to obliviate temptation c) have forests and orangutans d) trade shares in […]