You, knelt, sitting on your feet,
Winning all the single-player time-trials
To unlock karts and question marks.
Me, seated at the laptop,
You head for the kitchen.
Pan right, pan further right
You start the kettle for two teas.
It is our second night here.
Tilt and follow spotlight to target.
Launch egg through 6-inch opening in kitchen window.
You shout from the kitchen, “Someone has thrown an egg through our window!”
You apologize for Scotland.
We grab towels and console one another.
We love our house. It is ruined.
Camera has long-since stopped tape.
It does not follow us, mopping goop off our ceiling
Before it sets or stains. Before it reeks of sulfur.
It does not see underneath the fridge where I reach precariously
To swab up puddles of smell
All Saturday evening.
Attack, first in Read This Magazine, online 10/2008
your feathered head
is a brilliant mane
[despite what you say.]
i eye-trace the curlicued
chest of you.
no stomach either.
you suck prey in.
you cock your head,
i watch your colors change,
as you bow— 色々な色
to hold you
is to shatter glass,
to loose self (bleed)(ablate)
for tampering with
i am behind a pane.
your lover lays her perfect eggs down before you
and you take them, tuck them inside of you.
you bear the birth—
you, bucking bronco of it—
fight through the water,
with a hummingbird fin.
and when you have finished,
i will enjoy you,
laughing with shoulders
hunched over, above the stones.
at last, you wrap your tail around me.
& i eat you for your sex.
Umi-Uma (Seahorse), first in The Drum Magazine, Miyagi, Japan 2007
Also for DUO collaboration project with Lucy Roscoe, of Edinburgh College of Art, 2009. (art by Lucy Roscoe)
Hello! I’ll be reading this week at The Golden Hour at The Forest Cafe this Wednesday night for the festive winter special version of the monthly literary cabaret. Details:
The Golden Hour
Forest Cafe, 3 Bristo Rd, Edinburgh
December 17th, 2008
Jason Morton, Ben Lancaster. Music by Forest Choir, Blatata, and Rob Hearne.
See you there! It’s free & open to the public. BYOB.