lunch was served
in big steaming vats
pouring out onto the dining table
in massive waves
of hot fragrant food
the eaters were drenched in its flavours
despite their furiously chomping jaws

the mysterious vats of food
tipped by unknown, unseen forces
poured down forever
giving the poor eaters no respite
or chance for breath
their existence suddenly welded to the food pouring down on them

he named the monster
after a treasured old friend

and as it was named
it began to lurch unsteadily forward
upon its newly found feet
feeling its way out inside of itself
growing accustomed
to its newly acquired thoughts and nerve-endings

the monster sparked alive
its eyes snapping open
metallically
waiting to gain a name for itself

and the good doctor gave it a name
as it lurched unsteadily

the breathless waiting continued
throughout all of this
both maker and monster
preparing for this moment of recognition

and when the kind-hearted monster’s body snapped alive
the life of named and namer
took a decisive turn
for something never experienced before
genuine love
which would continue to remain
unnamed

right from the start
there was dirt




and there was dirt everywhere
good clean dirt
with lots of opportunity
for good things to grow

as the dirt
continued to wait in its darkness
things began to move in the dirt
their stench crowding out the soft warmth of its darkness


that’s when things began to go a little wrong

the moving things weren’t nice at all
they did things within the dirt
hurting it
making it unclean

the dirt tried to retaliate
but the things were right inside of it
so there was nothing
it could really do

the movement of the things
reached out into the light
and as the light struck the surface
of their putrid colours


the dirt began to weep

untitled

the day was a bright blue
invisible
ball of energy
imagined somewhere between my two cupped hands

the power of anything
that had ever invaded my mind
rested there
getting bigger as someone’s hands pushed upon it

sparks of laughter & sleep & tears
flew off at regular intervals
until the ball started to take on everything

i stopped imagining
and it did take over
a few moments after that
i was rolled up within
this ball of blue
fizzing amongst its energy
continuing to grow

untitled

the poem found itself lost within the bowels of another poem
and there it was
stuck
not knowing which way to turn
how to get back out

it remembered what its parents had told it
where to go
certain businesses you shouldn’t get involved in

it cried hot tears of frustration
burning out into the darkness all around

the poem had lost much more
than its feeble sense of direction
it had missed the chance to make the change


and now
lost as it is
there seems to be no way
no possibility of rescue
there is a time when even the closest kin
must abandon all hope

untitled

but i like dogs
someone said
and that’s where a lot of the insanity began
dogs started making up everything
dogs fell from the sky from heavy dog clouds
dogs sprouted up all over the nice green back lawn
and bloomed there violently
loudly barking
dogs jumped out of the tv
the computer
even out of the washing machine
dogs dogs dogs everywhere

the poem started out with an idea of dogs
and as dogs propagated within the poem
it began to expand and deepen
until the dogs had taken over the entire book never mind the poem
and then it had nowhere to go
so it curled up & died in a corner
noone really noted its passing

And i sit there
and u lie there
with so much more than continents between us

i hurt u
hurt u all the time

there was no way
it cd’ve been ok
but that still makes me a cunt
a cunt in everyone’s eyes
especially my own

i have to stop pretending now
that it’s not ever anything less
than war
between two people
especially in entanglements

i’m sorry
that guilt licks at my feet