BIrthday

Poor old birthday

You rugged tramp

Embrace me with

Your raining hands

I will fold my pain in half

And insert it into your navel

I will hold your pain

Like my yellow binocular

It's already dusk, sweetheart

The hours of late lonely light

Do you still blame me?

Roll

Three cows on one matador

Head straightened on

Three tails

Two inside

In the sheath

The middle one

Lolling out

Anxiety's tongue

And wandering eyes

Middling bad

One matador with three cows

Bloodstains in the milk

Two inside

And

The third

Lolling out

Blue Birth

I told them

To leave

Those who had not returned...

I told them

To come

Those who had not departed...

Alone with the candles

On my birthday

Alone once again

Back alone

As once

Back again after five years

The colours poised on the windscreen

'Sex and philosophy'

That tune still haunts me

I ask you to depart

Again and again

Long after your re-departure...

I saw one candle less

Did you take it away?

Anti-Gone

Light...Late...Bad

Too little...too late

Be...late

Nibble...Never...Nape

For ever and ever

Glow...Glass...Gleam

Gone...alone...gone

Too late light too little

To nibble never any nape

Belated

Ever and ever only gone

Glassy glow gleaming alone

A...gone

White-Noise

Fingers in dust

Dust-turn

Fingers in milk

Nails scribble

In milk

Noisy dips

Dusty milk

Milky noise

Invisible scribble

Holy magic in potholes.

Rapid-Fire

When all go away

All

Life begins

When all come back

All

Life re-begins

When some go away

Some

Life begins

When some come back

Some

Life re-begins

When no one goes away

None

Life ends

When no one comes back

None

Life ends

When I go away

I

When you come back

You

The place re-begins

When some go away

And others come back

The place re-ends

Re-winds...

Telos

Going away

A way

A way

Going away

I lag behind

One cannot

Even murmur

In this dark

The ear

Getting bigger

On birthday

The ear

Rapt on

The unplumbed

Hole

Away

A way

A birthmark on time.

In-Ter-Course

Terminals

Mature in the dark

Sex is anatomy

Locating the cracks on the surface

Limiting

Demarcating

Inscribing

The gyrations in the dark

The cracks widen...

Keep widening

Allowing time to enter

Heaving nipples and navels

Blurring the image

Sex, a way of helping the butcher...

Schizzz

I will tell you one day

One day to tell

There will be

I will be

One day

There

To tell

I will be

Will

To tell

There

One day

One I will tell you

Me

One day...

To day

Pour

Bodies joining

In the dark

For mere multiplication

The old man stares

An image

Hard to the core

Softening afterwards

Softening still

Unless the old man

Jumps to his feet

His gaze frozen into a grip

Masterminding

Their departure

Thus the bodies un-joined

Each suck throwing up a corpse

Nipples connote genocide

And the poor old thing

Hardening on...still

Positions

Were a kiss to pierce the dark?

Mine

Dark

Kiss

Yours

Or

Vice

Versa

A promise better still.

Is it too different

In the dark?

Can it be love in the dark?

Ours

Or

Vice

Only

Mine.

Yet

There it comes

On sloppy feet.

I pat on her head

As she goes away.

The white tunnel

Grumbles.

All love

A heap of slangs.

All life

Two half-sayings.

Saying to each other

What if they met?