Waking in September is
half great half death-
the sexy low sun that pierces
your eyes and the wailing

Of the washing machine. O
sadness, the softener is all
gone, the trees are killing
themselves all over the place-

You are wedged in your bed
like a loose tooth. The imminent
bare-sole pain of the coldy tiles-
the depression! Smudges on

The wall, your mouth, the alarm-
a bastard. White skies undress
in the tsk tsk of autumn rain,
and the summer cries evil! Dead.


New Year New You
A freefall into a cupboard full
Of metal coat hangers
As collarbones
As elbows bare as bones the
Spare branches of whitened

  • Birches
  • A burden
  • A foghorn
  • The untaken path
  • An unhappy wife
  • Open firs
  • Months as a moon
  • The awful bone bare days

  • White flags
  • New teeth
  • The new Terrible Terrible
  • The whitewashed burden
  • The last ever Mother
  • They are running out

  • On the earth
  • Into the sea
  • Ashes in flashes
  • Finger joints
  • An eyelash
  • One broken wheel
  • A space in your contacts

  • A never resolved space
  • A lack of love
  • Lack of input
  • Lack of action
  • A desire
  • The Never-achieved

  • Drumroll
  • Tin foil
  • A discarded status
  • Deletion
  • Backwards living
  • Granulation
  • Ghosting
  • See also: Flight