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...