Miss Nellie Lee

wood stove - 35mm black and white

wood stove – 35mm black and white

I carry the water up the stairs
carefully

miss nellie lee, mine
oh oh
I miss your lovely shine
your bright bandannas
that curb your hair
and the look in your eyes
when I push you hard

it’s so beautiful
how you move
it’s delightfully
mind numbing
but my body calls faithfully
like I felled the tree

I carry the water up the stairs
no drop spills

miss nellie lee, my
you look
so divinely serpentine
your green eyes, blind
and hollow and divine
bite through this soul of mine

it’s so beautiful
how you love
it’s wonderfully
malignant
but my hands crawl faithfully
high between your knees

I carry the water up the stairs
and then down

You’re the One – on Bandcamp

horse - 35mm colour film exposed in an old 120 camera developed using black and white developer (d76)

horse – 35mm colour film exposed in an old 120 camera developed using black and white developer (d76)

Been hanging out all night
under the mystic glow of convenience store light
and I’m drinking beer but, hey,
it’s alright.
I can see you coming in.

And we’ve done this all before.
You’re walking in, I’m walking out the door.
And I don’t think we can
care any more.
But there’s still nothing to win.

You better believe that you’re the one.

Give me a six pack, I’ll give you two tens.
Let’s go down to Charlie’s and then
hit the drive-in.
I’ll throw cans at the screen while you
hold that laugh in.
And we’ll all do it again.

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The Silence of Being Buried – Epilogue

sole - 35mm black and white

sole – 35mm black and white

spade

never the bright sunlight
felt on the pate and shoulders
so draws your attention
– now, mind it.

lean heavily into the bank
keep your foot on the spade

she’s brought you water to drink
in a tall clear glass
that gathers and splits the sun
in miraculous ways

put your head back
feel the skin of your neck

never the wind or rain
but always so clean
to draw your own shadow
on the earth

reach your hand out
to take what isn’t there

she’s sat sidesaddle on the bank
and smoothing her dress
the sun pierces tiny darts
through her hat

push once more with your weight
and sink it deeper yet

The Silence of Being Buried – 16

landscape -35mm black and white with camera shutter error and development defect

landscape -35mm black and white with camera shutter error and development defect

Silence of Being Buried

no one is left
to tell the old jokes to
or no one is anymore listening enough

so many busy orchestrating
finite articles

no one moves the way they used to
no is as seductive or careful
or sinks further into the movement

so many looking for
the earwigs under the rug

come by different opinions
arrive at different locations
stop at different restaurants

my order
easy on the condiments
and I’d like a glass to wash it all down

I step out into the cold January air
and finger my inside pocket for cigarettes
but none are there
I allow myself one quick inhale of the cold
and jump as far into the wind as I can
for I am not old

I settle into the fact
I watch them make love in the apartment building hallway
halfway hoping they will notice me

I settle into the attitude
or it settles me
and I find myself back inside the foyer

I listen
at the door
for some sign
that it’s happening
but nothing echoes
more coldly
than silence

The Silence of Being Buried – 15

empty train car - 35mm black and white

empty train car – 35mm black and white

Around the wooden cross
they raise hands

Around the wooden cross
they look away

Oh, so tragic
how could they do that?
How will I ever get the stain from the carpet,
from my clothes,
from my skin?

Dyed aubergine by the cold
I stand in the dark beside the house
I look away
I stand beside the house in the dark
I look away

Oh, so tragic
how could you do that?
There is a wonderous shame in being alone,
like a judgement has been brought
and the sentence is being served.

Around the wooden cross
they dance on

Around the wooden cross
they move along

The Silence of Being Buried – 14

pinhole self-portrait - 35mm film in a pinhole camera

pinhole self-portrait – 35mm film in a pinhole camera

misunderstanding
you broke the mirror three times
to make more of you

sit down at the bar
take the tallest bottle down
smash it on your face

love all you conquer
even with a bleeding face
and a smell of booze

get up off the floor
be dignified, clean yourself
women are watching

sit down at the bar
take the largest bottle down
club your loins with it

real understanding
pain is a full grown hard-on
hit with a bottle

sit down at the bar
mind your manners, stale biscuit,
drink your poison down

now you are standing
wipe the blood and snot away
no one is watching

except you

The Silence of Being Buried – 13

bus - 35mm black and white film

bus – 35mm black and white film

we hunt tigers in limited numbers

drive cars
left of the city
ash and magic
the sound of fabric ripping
as he bends to snatch a butt
still burning

cars drive
right of the city
sex and stench
the atmosphere clotted
by stick deodorant and disposable razor blades
still languishing

my man
broke the window with his knee
and opened the door
and stole all your stuff

my man
watched you sleep

my man
never left