There would not be a few who could remember that elderly woman
Squatted at the door of her house, reciting ...

I am hunted and there is time to write a poem about it, here in the refuge
Of a forest ...

The café was where he saw her again, the place familiar to them both
a place expected but unwished, for ...

His house was a hovel, a permanent reservoir of the scent of
cheap wine and wild berries chewed, the seeds ...

There is a woman currently in psychiatric ward number nineteen hun
dead and famished is her heart, her prostituted heart, ...

The winter breeze numbed his hunger but not the bullets
That lined the pocket hidden deep on his side all ...

The coconut trunk I left for dead has hollowed itself to
The rhythm of white ants, leaving a shell of ...

There is magic in the pressurised air of the Udderground
Aground of wordly machinations where the magic happens
In way ...

I am no woman of the boondocks and yet now here I
Am bewildered owner of five hectares of agricultural

Here is a slender noose that runs down from neck to brassiere
Made of silk and cashmere and upon it ...

At the end of polite dinner conversation there is sometimes this
Appetitive where brutish behaviour manifests typically in coitus
And ...

Wistful, I was awake when the alarm went, and, I, watched
The two dots, blink, switched off after the first ...

We were early inhabitants of Usenet, the Internet of chatty things
And because we were colonised and subdued by America ...

I used to think that the very first ray of light was a great
Mystery, an untold story that I ...

Under capitalist democracy there exists the deep anxiety
Of the artist who is never able to escape the role afforded

The culmination of the various means of forced labour
Against the capitalist diktat of a great western civilisation
May take ...

Please, if I sit before you and bare my legs perhaps
I am interested in something, and you must look, ...

And as expected, the devil knew and came to practise
Non-violent resistance donning the badge of the pariah
Yet the ...

The breeze came with the footsteps of the enemy
Upon dry vegetation of the south-east, his head
And shoes burned ...

She wasn’t his type, a rather large homely woman, pulpy
On the cheeks and breasts and yet he decided to ...

There never seemed any closure to the broken strings
In his life, he knots the pieces together but his heart ...

No I never sold off, not in the silence of my sanctuary
I never turned away from my disgust of ...

Surely as I sit before you, man, do you know how
The apparatus of the cunt needs the tongue of ...

The screen glowed with the propaganda of the right
And never wrong in the comfort of their beliefs their
Followers ...

There is rarely the compassion of man amongst these
When a woman surrenders, abandons the fortress of her
Heart, of ...

There is rain tonight and the earth smells sweetly
Of a steam hot from deep the caves of Baclayon
The ...

Alright, I was wrong, they will bury him on Monday
Early in the morning they will walk that long distance

They will bury the dead tomorrow in the early morning
Before the sun wilts the purslane by the windows we

“Do you chat?” he asked, and I said yes if he was
Noam Chomsky, and I am sure it is ...

There in a village above us is a machine that pumps
Like a heart, passing from here to there and ...

It was as if the moon had come down upon this kindred
Not one but many, they were the pure ...

How else could coffee ever be served but in this
Abundantly lavish fashion of cinnamon and honey
Coconut cream and ...

Shyly, the lady of the spheres uncurled her fingers
Patted the sopping earth with her hand
The pilgrims stopped at ...

Blue
is the colour of
their skins and
their deserts weave
a billow of tears an
oasis of blood and

of course, I really

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leave the

       careless

It has been many
years, I am older
they say wiser but
I do not have the
answer to the ...