Poetry
Prose
Reading
Concentric Circles - Circle1
Chapter One
1.
fear of cold left behind by the cold
pale height of rocks left behind by blindness of rocks
ear-piercing autumn by atrophied trees
subtracted from between the tree-trunks
then wind not among withered branches but human bones only
not fruit skin but decayed hearing only
not to scour wings but to scour bright the age-old chorus of metals only
the dead fire through dense fog leaving death behind
empty fields dark vision where furrows emit the smell of stew
frozen stiff walnuts twisted off one by one
among addresses of wine by the glass an ocean colourful and cruel
every minute empties out a cathedral where our fears are stored
subtracted down to the sum of destruction
2.
there is always what’s heard vaguely in a dim corridor
buzzing in the ears moves far away outside the ears
at the sea-level of stone
sound breaking up the chord of bird bone
chases in reverse a body that can feel pain
our bodies born again and again by a pair of pink organs
reality always intensified gushes out from a tunnel of wind
a thousand cacti married to a composer’s night
from high above goats’ empty orbits exceed our air
sound moves away ears smashed to pieces
3.
fear between valley and valley the hydatiform mole brewing
fear between gold and golden
ruins of man
pipe organ shine wades across the river pissed by a bedwetting baby
sunshine lifelong silence dropped by a cloud
what’s heard
always kneads the flame of pubic hair between sleeps
between days a stomach sweats in the midnight sky
silence opens the dark score of granite
fear our fearlessness between mountain roads
sharp reeds of bird have no fear of scratching the morning
sit fear no chair
got to rely on white bones sticking out of fingertips
pay attention to the show
old women’s weeping guts dazzlingly bright
face carved into inscription the more you listen the more like your own
blood resonating in a wax rainstorm
old women’s weary knees
stick close thrashing countless dull red inflamed knees
choir kneels on a glass rose with no fear
allow brown tongues to lick out the dew
fear no shame so do your best to reproduce
we who are reproduced by fear build a mountain peak
be heard by what can never hear and
become the tenderest between ghost and ghost
between talking and talking white snow brilliant in four seasons
exposes the body’s absolute zero of linguistics
confirmed by deathly pale flaws
between blue wrinkled wombs a distance that cannot be filled
4.
poetry impossibly not universal surrender
tongues beat the drum’s surface impossibly
without hitting truth
those unwilling to be freeze-framed are fixed in a snowstorm lit by candlelight
read by nostril-terrifying smell of salt fish
the porno sky that lusts for death row convicts is reading
the map bored now with reading
those stranded in the golden brain
every day push a dead concrete wall to the deaf
the knife that excised us rehearses heart-beats on the plate
impossibly the living aren’t part of fallen leaves under the trees
butterfly pinned on the wall impossibly not a peacock
dawdle death is the only garden
impossible not to excrete weddings on Saturday’s meadows
thundering kisses endlessly glued to make stones that bomb the eyes
when speech is left behind by speechless life’s last day is
left behind by days a greasy window on no direction
unpassable exhibits the only collapse
5.
autumn vibrates between nows like a crazy musical instrument
in golden Mass memory shrinks
bodies when reviewed by a beam of light between bodies
we are mud flow taking fiery red breath
only when faces are fate is then the now
lungs pull tight a black maximum deeper than us
beasts carefully cover the silver-white calcium in bones
a distance in illness
when unreachable is seen by this rancid belch
blinded then pressed under an ocean paperweight written out
hounds fiercely barking driving the now into a word
wordless only thus the now is left over
a mountain stores the weight of the music it endures through its life
a pipe organ puts in false teeth to lie
saying flesh with no breach cold white arpeggio overnight gone far away
voiceless sow the glittering wheat grains of dead bugs
subtraction grammar that organizes a lonely army
using our eyes to organize sunlight’s depleted pain
beat up a berry till the pus it deposited quietly turns purple
testicles hanging in solitude deleting the now from reality
Chapter Two
UNTIL
until sky is like a breast popping out from a collar
held by horrible hands your hands
until slow death displays more distinct violence
until a dead drunk fiddle has just shed its feathers
until a bird flies into the snow-white structure of its own skull
a pair of fleshless orbits stare outside the window
staring wind twelve months’ paralysed blood
thick smoke in the fireplace always seems like the last time
blackening a horrible throat your throat
remembrance not remembering until transparent
another each flung broken-necked elsewhere
storm until the tiny storm-storing heart
use more distinct violence display slow death
this horrible rotting your rotting
like a zero with no exit
like a scream expanding its territory until tonight
tonight expanding its face out to the belly-tattooed ocean
sea given to a golden frame until
painless severer than headache
the entire sky a nail that can never be pulled
but is hammered home until this bird’s head undyingly rots into thinking
until nobody can reach the finish
until the impossible always uses you to flood the finish
until slow death wakes you at midnight
wind twelve months’ paralysed blood displays more distinct violence
until your head is the only horror
fleshless and snow-white until your mud splatters all over
THEN
then you go on dying dying in plaster
then the pitch-black snow inside the womb goes on falling
then the face is not while burning pain on the face is
wound is not while the ripe age preserved by beheading is
staying awake is not but sleeping more than a century is
eyelids oozed the blue of eyes
then even mask is not
in the candlelight facial features are an early-winter field
a plaster apple is summoning the pitch-black apple trees
a plaster baby is summoning the dead through clenched gums
then a sleigh full of audiences for four seasons drives in
sky is not crow’s signature suddenly is
the sound of snow moving upon tiles
the smallest crystal bedroom when tongue licks into you
skin absolutely is not then lovers
all like a stone-paved town hanging inside you
then go on being loved with fragile beauty in the moment of death
then getting drunk is not while a glass of wine for ever is
a million women moulded by a womb
exquisitely designed tower shut in the open sunshine
with you can only be
with nothing then must be
a numb look again and again moulded by an adverb
a poem moulds a wall of disgust that chases humans
then golden patience no longer is
then plaster roses when unpluckable forever must be anything but
the post-mortem summoned by your funeral make-up then the funeral goes on
SINCE
since the undated neglected foul blood’s due date
since the year fell off a bed’s edge edged you out
since conceiving evil itself conceived
what wraps two dripping fruit segments wraps a present too
since solitude became your food
name turns you into your own tenant
since those turning their back on age turned back to a birthday
since the nookied cloud sat on a naked spiral stair
dazzlingly blue sex of a tigress surged to your sex
countless sunken ships show their masts above the town’s sea surface
since anchors of survival hooked onto the forehead
corpses have been pulling a net
since the soul that pressed you so hard pressed so near night at four p.m.
since the dark green meadow has filled with a white horse’s bitter jealousy
since having lived like impure death lived
name turns you into your own tenant
directions always patted off a dirty pillow
bad dreams dreaming the limit of four limbs
a flesh-colored ATM drawer draws again the you of now
the gleaming fish of an ambulance carries away your now
since every minute abandons those in the minute of childbirth
from now to now broken bones in a thumb joint a far journey
since rape could never end
since your illness projected an endless you
life trains people to love the shame dearly
since destruction set off from far away to return to your own destruction
a tooth not refusing to be buried refuses the theme of time
Chapter Three
whoever is ruin will open wide the golden cranium
whoever is destroyed will embrace starlight’s knowledge
heavy snow again directly falls in between invisible seats
ashes scattered in a man’s skeleton
the dead’s glances everywhere
excited a drop of water madly growing into silver-white carnivorous grass
after death madly grows through our broken walls
whoever has stony orbits can endlessly hurt the sky
whoever sits into a blaze’s centenary is listening
pipe organ boiling oil still trickling down five unspread golden fingers
boy’s sintered glass is trickling
between nothingnesses sound of wind ghosts’ violent imaginings
pipe organ flying along corpses
has angelic eccentricity making what never vanishes in cold
whoever listens then has heard
stone’s previous life emptied flesh and blood out to abandon the mould
stone’s stalk penetrates winter to retain the torment
between storm clouds of stones our caresses climb a crying fit
one drop of semen sucked tight by female warmth in the sky’s body
one cluster of eggs hanging the darkness in which maggots nest
one hundred kidneys turn into vocalists for the rustling moon
whoever has lived in snow-covered places then walks the tip of a madman’s tongue
the proposition of limitlessness limitlessly pushes into an instant
twilight a proposition gathering the blaze’s meditation between collapsed vaults
fable’s flesh in every age
all roasted a cathedral from snowstorm to snowstorm
mercilessly sieved by madly grown light
a man from here to here listens to one night limitlessly festering
whoever is left behind by time
will build up a prison of time
by an instant of love-lying the pipe organ is uprooted
music isn’t here this speeding ear robs us
on music’s vast foundation
heavy fog exhaled from this mouth disperses a century’s audience
until limitlessness tightens harm into a colourless pupil
then whoever hugs the sky too tight will be endlessly set out on this time
since nothing left inside us
between us the pipe organ expressionlessly smashes another life