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Biography of Red
First foot on land and the candy is pink / Here the packages are right to left / There they are left to right / Here they too came on boat…
Transito Al Fin (Passage to the End)
She has gone though / Many a year, holding her breath, holding her stomach, / Holding babies, holding hands, holding wooden spoons / Holdin…
Child’s Play
In the pause, you will remind me / That the river was your dream / Recited to me that morning long ago / When my ear pressed against your c…
Fire Moon
At night / The mice run away / With the tin-colour lights / And are we are back in our room / Twilight stars and comets / Scattered over th…
Purple
Peel the skin from the orange light / She whispers husky wine stains / In the shape of psychologists cards, whisper the lips / To the ear, …
Queen of Swords
She said “Life is circular / What you loose comes back to you / In the end”
The Last Angel of Buenos Aires
All the rubbish, plastic bags / Would fill the sky / With a blanket of gas-mask smoke / And the fish would fall from the clouds / The earth…
Untitled
But I know so little about the things that matter / Or seem to matter / Or seem to be the yard sticks in order to measure / What matters an…
Que Dios Duerne (God is Sleeping)
The City of Night / Is cleansed of the day’s sins / In the throat that swallows-back / The tears of beauty’s bed and / Tosses and mumbles …
The Serpents Tongue (a poem hidden within another…
I read the graffiti on the train walls that say: / -This was supposed to be the anger poem / If you’re new lover read / Some of the things…
Resistance Is Futile
“I am alive, isn’t that enough?” he asks / “What more do they want” he asks / “A side show act, / A grand performance of existence
salud por el fuego y la lluvia (joy in fire and r…
tomorrow is passion, where hot bread with a soft centre / and crunchy on the crust, is cut up into squares to drop into / vegetable soup. …
The Reader
When you’re gone, / I will hold each one of them / And read each line that your eyes read / I will see what you have seen / The voice…
Locket
Weighed in a palm with eyes / Whispering against the hint / Of cheekbone, the reply echoes / Down the hall way / Leave the light / He moves…
Suicide
For we have all the intelligence we need / All the intelligence in the world / And yet / Do not choose to save ourselves._
Your City of Dawn
I turn my head and press my ear against the door / Press my eye socket to the peep-hole / Inside the lounge-room behind the curtain of Afri…
Of Men and Doves
This is not a game of men and doves / But you’ll find this out when I slip backwards / Into the shadows at dusk, when you come / In shiveri…
Her White Shape
Finding cinema stubs, photographs, souvenirs, keep-sakes, / Pressed flowers-leaflets from AA, red ink smudged letters from the bank, / A bo…
Beautiful
She stands in front of the bathroom mirror / The spotlights of sun stream in through the tiny gap / In the toilet, water-marked window, mou…
Down Below
Through the empty corridors and stairwells / Down below the building / Perhaps buried under years of rubble / The truth lays waiting / To b…
Jade Pennies
Her mouth opens pink and moist / This girl with her platoon of killer kisses / Sharp as cuttlefish smile
Two Love Poems
Where it makes other people feel better / If they think of you as a man / And not see you underneath me / Withering in pleasure, in surrend…
Kung-foo at midnight in Seattle
It must be something about the moon / Or the alignment of the stars / Adjusting to the lunar calendar / That brings out the ends / Where th…
The Empty Room
So I come back to your room to look for meaning / To search for reasons / Over and over like a broken jumping record / When what I should s…
Arrival
Not in the words that are written here, not in the words / That aren’t written, or the emotion / Buzzing in the broken bottle head in hand
The Tombstone
Somewhere in the debris / You lost your heart / It didn’t happen over night
The Death Card
Each age of man must live its course / Pulled by the strings of invisible / Hands, reaching out from the cosmos / Into the very heart
Black and Blue
Plundered mistake, pressing your hand / Into my hand, your body insistent, demanding / A way through into the other-side, / Where no-man’s …
From Neptune to Portland
Then knocking / Knocking / Rattling the bars around my heart / The undertow / Comes and takes me / Away
In the Moment
He sleeps, the warm beads of perspiration matting hairs on his chest / Lashes long and curled in a perfect half circle- / The rain / Falls …
Synchronicity
As morning brushes the waves of hands reaching for other hands / Signaling the end of night, the end of beginnings not begun
Proof of Life
The highest price of her head / Wondering: how could I have been so wrong: / And knowing, no one gets out of this / Without blood on their …
The Lost Feather
His heart is being plucked / But that does not stop / His lungs from expelling air / So the tune can fly / Bereft of one lost feather.
The Last Coyote
We may have seen the last of your kind / Backs bent down as low as the ground / Don’t look for poetry in the hard-copy pages / ItR…
His Shoes
His shoes, sit neatly on the front porch / His brown leather shoes with the laces / Draped negligent over the holes, just a pair of shoes /…
Una Corda (one string)
With a feverish pitch the city refuses to sleep tonight / Left to a wandering lyre gazing upon the ancestry of violins / Bellowed out from …
Chasm
In the quiet times when tears fall easily / As the hand that they each let go so easily / Only it was not so easy after one finger had memo…
The Chapter’s End
And you stop, half way through a sentence / With the pen dripping onto the page / And you think how on earth that went by so fast / All tha…
Incision
One day you will wonder where I went / The last remaining stitch / A thread on your coat.
Las calles se pavimentan con la sangre y los diam…
you know you are coming home, when you know that your / tongue longs to speak in the words of your childhood.
Urban Myths II. Amnesia
Stealing another culture from another tribe / Who raped and murdered in cold blood / Selling and buying their sacred lands / We trade in st…
Human Bodies
A human body / Is not a breathing heater / And cannot extinguish the cold
Con Ella
With her, the sun makes his presence known / Shouting bright rays under the door, / Between the floor and the step, with her, anonymous / H…
The Tin Man
Taking the straw bundles / He stuffs the straw inside his shirt / And his black pants / Polishes his black clown boots
The Beggars Orchestra
The choral revolution / Begins with the third / Movement of the first symphony / The composer and the composed / Came to clash, over / The …
While we do not speak
A child stands on a dry hill pointing at the sky / Asking with his insistent finger / The why of the words that are never spoken
The Desert of Her Eyes
No trees one year he leaves / Talks of no one meeting no one / Only books she will never read / And never understand
The Ticking Clock
The expectations limp in / One by one, one after the other / Like domino pieces / That fall, / Each one a calculated strike.
La arcada de la tentación
Desire and challenge / If only we could have wrestled on those mats / All night instead
Suburbia
Slowly drowning in a cesspool of sawdust antiquity / To be reborn into mulch / For the dead-wood plantations.
The First Taste
The first taste of movement-space of a borrowed night on a borrowed body nothing can be that morning sun coming in too quickly the day bein…
Vanilla
In the taste of the potion proportion of poison / Scattered over ashes of lost knights honor-forgotten- / The white skull and cross-bones p…
Tourte Bow
The coffee boils in its steel pot / The milk rises bubbling and frothing / The rain keeps raining / As the rivers loose their banks / And o…
I refuse to be Red
You will remain behind one of these doors / With a life of people, places, things written, things discussed / With a life of plans unmade, …
Syllogism
The taste of aniseed / Wild dark nights / Stay longer than they are welcome / Running from the scene of the crime / Further from the cent…
Amaurosis
The universe unfolds and implodes / It is the flicker of millions of stars dying / The human eye blinks and is blinded to time / And the sn…
Possession
Dawn brings a line of homeless people with Hands outstretched / Feet Shuffling the impatience of a weight of the wake of daily bread / Coin…
Syrup Delirium
Let the men with hatred / In their hearts / Go / We let them get away with it / In this Syrup delirium / Of plastic body parts and midnight…
The Island in the Middle of the Sea
Safe in their little cocoons, whilst the refugees were left / To fend for themselves on the island / In the middle of the sea.
Piper Nigrum
Ancho, poblano, habanero, Fresno, jalapeno / Like chilli’s I need to handle him with care / I must avoid rubbing my eyes and face / In his …
Mother Television
In ancient times / They left them out on the open plains / And whoever survived / Being ravished by wolves / Or falling off a cliff
Night Edges
For tomorrows and tomorrows rolling across the hills / As the clouds roll across the sky / No longer whispered between swollen lips
Urban Myths
The music doesn’t take away the pain / Cutting through the crowded bar / So I found myself a place to sit / Outside in the cold / Even thou…
Survival
Watching, inquisitive / But never touching / Its shadow to touch / The flames shadow / The flame is rushing
Good Morning, Sunshine.
I would paint his fingers, his elbows and his smile / Coat him in fine white flour, dip pancake mixture / Along the inside of his ribcage /…
Conversation with an angel
“No, no, we can love and we should love as many people as / possible and we can have as many soul mates as possible
That Morning
If you speak to me in Spanish I will know you want something from me: a confession, a peace-token, a bridge, a word, a shuffle of silk roun…
San Lazaro
In full view of the well worn freedom / Coming at such a price, he would whisper to the stranger passing-by / “Come into my arms, into my a…
Centre Stage
She sings the loudest / When she isn’t really there / She thunders the wire stage / With electricity and takes the centre cross-mark / She…
The Black Mark
The black mark a roar / A roar loud enough to bring the white cockatoos from their trees / Loud deafening screeches…. / Drowning every noi…
Untitled
And on the way, the traffic coming over the bridge / Takes a wrong turn-off, the council workers / Forget their organic orange witch-hats /…
St Micheal’ estrella del oro de s
where the shop girls have too much make-up on and snarl as they talk over the radio that blasts out “Hits of the 80’s”.
Gender Rendered Tender
She laughed and said “you look good from the back like a real / Cowboy and you can even wear a suit and tie tonight”
Circle III
We will not forget you: / You will be the only one with a pulse / Dinning on the feast of the dead.
August
The rains slanted sideways / The crowds slanted forward / The wind slanted backwards / And the elements won the battle / The sky underneath…
Silver Hermaphrodite
Gazing over her body and claiming her as theirs / They will come with offerings / And they do, with more passion and love
The Money Day Parade
Hit the wall / Hush the game / The soldiers in green are coming again
