Because I was sleeping all over here,
and here. The magnesium intake nightly,
the slosh of the road in the distance.
Heaven had already soiled me.
Who’s that scaling the terraced garden?
I opened one eye in the dark,
then someone braver opened both.
I made to swing out of a lime tree,
said deepen, foster. Thought of when I was young,
I would think selkies, think skerry calf.
I would listen through lids,
less scathing, less scrape and tangle.
An alarm sounded and everyone ignored it.
He was salty-lip to a fault,
safe until they mentioned the singularity
(they mean the shiny clarity).
And then they mentioned
dog (they mean god) and made great commotion
in the halls, did their hymns and rites.
I said oh dog no, he was never about this,
they misunderstood him. But then they
put me to bed like a babe Moses so I can’t protest.
Did he talk untidily? Did he howl at his moon
all glottal stops and decrossed Ts?
Did he persevere entirely unbeknown?
He had a stoopy grace, made a rimshot off the island
in a rinky dink barque. We tried to kiss on the parapet.
I tried to play my sophisticated ailment.
The band played diggy diggy.
We had to row out farther and farther, knew
when I died he’d have to come with me.
Poem with sex
sex is not a project
sex as a universal human baseline
sex as solid, rockable
sex as the species’ in-joke
sex as the one becalmer, the mashing thing
the underside of sex topples and I share a space with this thought
sex as the great destroyer and creator
as the opposite of death drive
the ex libris of sex is a palm with a word or a letter on it
i search ‘piano’ and ‘open’ on Pinterest
sex is happening even when you think it isn’t
i like Tamara’s piano and that’s not a metaphor
desire as inextinguishable smoulder and chief cliché
the notion of so much sex as taunting
vs not living because of sex
the door opens automatically
the word ‘romantic’ has returned
what does love without sex
have in common with sex without love?
for the past ten minutes I have not been thinking
about sex except to write this
the weather of sex is not only notional
the humidity & restraint
the flicker & boom
the rules of its own time & its knife edge
it’s for you to enjoy but it’s not
like butter biscuits or stacked books,
a closet full of good quality garments
sex as the open sesame
sexual fantasy as trolling of the self and auto-relief
eros-plasticity of the self and card games
on trains with vodka and sweat
this was not a planned sex this was cod love
dunno it’s like a stick-o-rock on the beach
and that has nothing to do with our sex life
sex is rocking the ocean liner and leaving
itself at high tide everywhere,
the shamey side of things,
we don’t know how to feel
about your arousal at embarrassment
it’s not common to give one’s parents
a commentary of one’s sex life
in the anechoic chamber of the word ‘perfect
love’ – sandwiches and crisps
love is not really a buttonhole or a mouse
but I’m sure comparisons have been made
we’ve come to deﬁne ourselves
against others and a mint cocktail
and contrary to what is assumed
woman is not in charge of all breeding
the cheek offered is separate and fulsome
shiny still from crying
I should’ve cried more in the attic room
it was so bright with moths and rugs
but this was not a good place to lie
down in and I could’ve chosen better linen
but we didn’t have a maid
and what is source, anyhow, the source is
You will never guess my name
1. Mossy Coat
3. With Sinbad
4. ‘I know descent lives in the word decent’
5. ‘& blow in the god’s good wake to leave only pounded dust’
6. About me
7. First Riddle: Pussy Riddle Dialogue
8. Second Riddle: You will never guess my name
9. Third Riddle: No riddle
Happy Birthday to me!
10. poem with sex in
12. in the year ninety
13. Hello Beautiful
14. Born in a moody basket
15. If you go west
16. A word in your shell-like
17. Many Tremors
18. ‘We make an insubstantial territory’
19. Of course he thinks part-mythic
lemon yellow epithet
17. the mediums of viktor ullmann
19. Tiny nudist colony
21. Dear Diary
22. Let’s make an experience
From Çekoslovakyalılaştıramadıklarımızdanmısınız or LONG WORDS
23. The hatch a bullet...
24. For your continued behaviour...
25. For those who were repeatedly
26. For those who have become like counterrevolutionaries
27. About to become the leader...
28. The most emotionally...
29. [two people]...
30. Most anticrystalising...
31. Are you one of those people...
try, for a variety of reasons, a sledgehammer
32. It is not sufficient to be waiting like this
33. Things to try before you die
34. nature poem
35. the magical experience
36. I want to do everything
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