june 2022




…look at this wonderous mess

this maddening anaesthetic


of millions of irredeemable suns

souls for the very first time


naked to the eyes

torn free of their flesh


this evolution of perception

as just one more insane trick


as just one more heartbeat

away from the truth


wherefore then this clarity

that jars open the mind


that numbs that maddening uterus

the poet’s mouth


that should, for the very first time

see with words


the unsculptured deluge of a million souls

naked, new-born suns


just one heartbeat away

from the truth…





…every mountain has its breath

every hill its own fragrant sex


serpents that can always eat themselves

and yet never die


how then can this universe

ever hope to escape from itself


how, indeed, can I

as I clamber out across these scree-slopes


with flames of something akin to heaven

breaking from every foot-hold


shattering beneath my feet

a million new words for solitude


they tumble out over the cliff-edge

this confetti of my own being


this arrogance at the heart of existence

the warm, heavy scent of sex


of those astrocytes 

devouring themselves


reaching-out over the edge

at this endless renaissance…





…as a child I gasped and stared 

at the warning they had cut into my head


hic sunt leones, it said

they, the zealots


who every night stood at my window

trying to hang fetuses around my neck


who came darkly into my bed

just to dig their fingernails into my cervix


they, the vandals

who carved this multitude of heads


turning eyes into jelly

and jelly into souls


whose cauldron was this, I wondered

whose murderous stew


but should they now dare to come

these avenging angels


with their fierce looks

and cardboard sex


I, the unknown

I will eat them all…