Sunday, February 12, 2012


Going back, last days we spent them
on the verge
of the peninsula, behind hills,  
feeding each other peaches and banana chips,
to your father’s sailboat,  listening over
and over that song ‘when it's good, it's so, so good
when it's gone, it's gone’
it was already dark and my head drooped forward,
limbs grew loose and
clung to each other, when you touched my nape,
I flinched, embarrassed, and that is when we saw
two flickering eyes in the bushes by the road.

Thursday, December 8, 2011


pyramids pyramids nil palms
where it grows into lobster

we saw it once
wiggling in the water

away from swelling 
a tranquilized horse
her robe  was hiding seared lieves
shreds and fillers and muzzles

to see a flash burn once again in that bowl

there it rose 
a triple candlestick 

a rubber monkey dangling  on her hip
threads vermicelli mylar confetti rains down
rubber monkey is a rattle against the hip
initiates  with her eyes shut

pours and aerates

all flounced the altar a shooting star
a child wrapped in fat a lonely woman
with tiara seashells on her breasts

we saw once
her raffia wiggle
revealing the dwarf shrubs

cattle grazing in rangeland

a set table open mouths to catch dripping sauce
a triple candlestick
flying and dangling covered with zircons
served raw with a slice of lemon
to gentle pressure when held in the palm of the hand and squeezed
cushioned
noodles stretching in greenery
spirally arranged leaves on long shoots
dolphins through hoops

lights the candle and begins



Saturday, April 2, 2011


sun-bleached Reid


Violence wasn’t Reid’s style




although he wore a belt too tight



that held well his pants



now what are you doing there
against those sand dunes

peeling an orange

lying burnt on cliffs
holding your stiffness under an unsettled dress


with incongruous hairdo
looking like a small-town woman

ovine eyes

things were electric and the days
were long

in small towns where people easily
get bored

the situation has a situation

your tongue was out
when I tried to reach it
your eyes glowed like a flashed flock
in the dark

in the fruitless dark
cold as ever
cactus is male
fading dog shows
we captured in her divorced mother’s
room
she ate all her letters

or turned them into confetti
stretched out
on unfancy pillows, blanket

you gaze was fixed elsewhere

she ran a casino
she was the owner’s wife
she wasn’t her parents’ child

I can give you a ride
and your eyes glowed

you can go home now
leave me here

things were electric and the days
were long

A WILD GIRL WITH A TOTALLY FREE SPIRIT YOU CAN FEEL IN EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES.
I AM IN LOVE

AND HE LET DOWN HIS PANTS

WIGGLING AND WIGGLING

AND SHE ROLLING
AND RIDING ON AN  INVISIBLE SADDLE

THAT’S HOW IT GOES

WITH SHADOW BULLS, FLAT AND TAPESTRIED

STOP THE CAR
BUT I SAID

AND THE DISJUNCTION BETWEEN THE WORDS AND IMAGES ADDS TO THE MELODRAMATIC FLAVOUR

WHERE ARE YOU GOING
CAN I COME WITH YOU

THOSE WORDS I FOUND ON THAT VERY SADDLE

BRUSH YOUR HAIR AND
COME TO BED

SPECIAL DELIVERY
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER

MAMMA, THERE ARE WOLVES
IN THE HOUSE

AND A FULLY GROWN MAN SUNBATHING ON A
RUBBER DOLPHIN
A WILD GIRL WITH A TOTALLY FREE SPIRIT YOU CAN FEEL IN EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES

I  HELD MY BREATH

OH BURNING INTERIOR
AND OH THE EARS IN THE WALLS
AND OH CRYING SHAMES BABY OIL
SEALED WITH A KISS

The burst of a crystal bowl was a warning

Door forced open
The smell of musculature
Heavyweight and metaphorical

Hammered down

I need you to be still

And he drove me around

Down the oily highroads
Passed garden furniture and
Church
Gave me his revolver beneath his belt
He was a chauffer
Kind,
Although asked things in return

I raised my fists towards him
Looking at his woody arms
And woody ankles

So I look away

Speed up

Bars gave me strong hallucinations

So I look away
Holding that picture of greasy sausages
And embarrassing grim 
But he could as easily pull a carnation out of his sleeve

I raised my fists towards him

But hearing the sound of his engine comforts me, foams me
His frosty voice
As much as the joyful dip in his chest hair, chest pain, a deep
Zoo, a full bloom 

She sat on the couch playing with
Her hair Couldn’t care less

About a plum on his eye

I asked myself how would it be to have
That kind of face

Naked face with almost a smile and
Sweat moustaches above

Outside stood for nothing pool
(cos she could only run in a fluorescent haze of
the beach)
While I was wondering about her face
Sticking it onto places like discos or changing
Rooms or just a neutral cream background

So that her face was endowed with
kind of elasticity

So ceremonial

Always retaining its coordinates

Later when I fucked her
Her legs were gathered