march 2022




…coronach, coronach

tell me how to weaken my soul


for I speak as a stone would speak

as a man of phenocrysts


as a woman wedded to the underworld

even as a child eaten by walls


these attenuated promises

this cracked, red soil


that seems to dissolve all things

so tell me, how do I lament


this universe’s passing

I am a mere rumour


an atom deep in the darkness of a stone

I cannot sing


and no-one can reach in here

I exist only as an error exists


as a man of air

as a woman of water


even as a child in flames

so tell me, how do I sing the coronach…








…as the future closes-in on this dark face

the sun slips unseen into the eyes


and, just like a thief, it sits quietly 

burning the truth


the truth of these avenging angels 

these exterminating angels


full of secrets and attrition

even the promise of one last fulfillment


this immense, dark face

this vast, silent thief


stuffing the world into a bag

truly our finest hour


feeding the flames 

and watching as the white smoke rises


into the future 

into the bricks


the forgotten marks of a child 

its silhouette and secrets


its aspirations and silence 

its world stolen by the sun


truly our finest hour…






…the ample sky waits

disclosure must come


treachery must break

and a man must see


and yet there are veils

there are masks, shadows, curtains


cloaks, sheaths, hoods

a great, unending epidermis of dreams


of gratuitous, sticky layers to pull aside

dig through, enumerate


probe and burn

and yet, yet the sky just waits


releasing the occasional shower

as though already knowing


what is behind the beneath and the beyond

and this pulse in the tips of my fingers


is my own colossal naivety

for disclosure itself may be treachery


there is ample room

and yet, yet a man must see…





…today I awoke with the world’s blood

 pouring into my mouth


its appalling genius had arrived 

and I watched as some tyrannical mind


threw itself over my body

and fed expletives down into my veins


then suddenly, all around me 

thousands of severed heads


fell from the sky

and everyone of which I saw, was my own


and I became tarred by shame 

by a lonely indifference


a headless, soulless outcast 

that was, and yet was not, me


because, mixing confusion with confusion 

I had lost myself


and this, I knew

was exactly how the world’s genius


had turned evil

this, I knew


was why I would never sleep again…






…the centre hesitates, gravity fails

and the earth breaks out


into this gleaming, black ocean 

trailing behind these strange


green luminescent ribbons

these threads of faltering conscience


love, perception, compassion

that frontier between truth and truth


gone awry

this war of the unknown and the shapeless


such epic phantoms

such poetic lies


a dark, dark carousel indeed 

this ghost planet


this hapless thing 

where the sequinned beauty


smiles reassuringly

as she is finally sawn in half


in the cool night air

that never seems to end…