may 2019




...and then come these raw idiosyncrasies

that transform friends into monoliths


strange, twisted methuselahs

who spin the earth between their thumbs


who mould their own stools into dogma

their wild, spidered faces mocking oblivion


calling out ‘come closer! come closer!

but do not touch! we are too old to die!


we offer addiction to not only the moon

but to diatribes, wraiths, to the eternal light


to any conceivable thing you want!

you will forget you even had a memory!’


unsure, my fingers rub the sand grains

in the corners of my pocket


and I wonder if the part I have played

has always been this transformation


of me as a liar into an even better liar

a monolith just as raw, just as mocking


as those who call out ‘come closer! come closer!’

as they plummet from the edge of the world...






...this page is blind, it feels nothing

it touches hope yet hears only the flow of water


it is the stone in my head

the logic which forces stars


to cry as they burn

it is a crime


a darkness that has only ever wrestled with darkness

a page even blind to itself


this vast zero that is revelation

where, the truth is, truth is arbitrary


and yet here we are

again threading beads


again chained to the inky thief

my veins’ cold anaesthetic


where the sound of flowing water

is the crime of writing blind pages


that cry as they burn

that pull down these blackened stars


to ornament meaning

to find and complete the zeros in my head...






...let us meet high above the gleaming cities

out where the stars’ breath can cool my body


where the views are so vast

they can swallow all of life


and let’s take with us our love

and release it high over the shimmering glass


as you find yourself in me

and I in you


pretending it is we two

who have tamed the nations and the supernations


but the multitudes, the crowds far below the glass

do they even know we are out here


yes their eyes shine, yes their faces glow

but this light is not theirs


it comes from some deep gut in the earth

where charlatans and liars crawl


searching for scraps of transcendence

it is a place where the shadows are so vast


no-one can see the unfolding pietà

spread out and terrifying


beneath our black wings...