The Curve

A long slender branch
cut across your cheek
It left a swollen scratch.
Luminous pink with tiny beads of blood.

I traced your outline
on the pavement
with chalk.
You let your eyes go flat.
I let my mind go blank.

We filled your space with leaves
and clover flowers.
I snapped the branch and placed it
where your cheek was cut.
The curve of a short smile.

The second bus
goes across town.
It takes us past the shipyard
where your grandfather worked.
It takes us home.


Long exposure from a moving car ~ Exa Ihagee

Long exposure from a moving car ~ Exa Ihagee

The success of moments
upon the skin.
The pain of swatting flies
or stabbing a pencil into
your leg.

Trip over the outline
left on the ground.
You mark the soured earth
with your spit words
and poor taste.

Scratch the dirt away from the stone
you buried.
Rub the surface to search for letters
the ground will etch the truth
into the surface.

The ground will find its way
through the air above.
Those normal things that move,
that go or stay
remain in their decay.

Scratch the dirt away and look for the hints
you’ve hidden.
Memory created you from a pile of garbage
a pile of other peoples’ actions
or so it seems.

Wake up.
Swing your bare feet to the floor.
Try to put your shirt on right side out.


All Along the Meridian

all along the meridian

all along the meridian

All along the meridian,
they tango.
Push heels to dirt and sweat under the sun,
he’ll push his chest to her breast
under the sun,
all along the meridian

The hands can feel the heat.
His feet can feel the earth.
Their bodies press and slip aside,
collide in strokes of liquid pain
under the rain,
all along the meridian.

All along the meridian,
two piglets holler
and grasp and collar the dogs
that bark in reputable whorehouses
where languish reputable carousers
under the hogs,
all along the meridian.

The meat drips blood,
a tepid rain,
the smell of whiskey and smoke
remains a treat for those who wish
that something else would happen.
A certain way of painting –
under the sky,
all along the meridian.

{image captured through the viewfinder of an Olympus OMPC film camera}

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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