Scene

The way I see it
is not the way
I saw it

you see
what is before you
continues way past

the future into
fantastic reams

T

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fitted

mean things

so then i thought

but what is

there is no

on top of that

there is no

so then i thought

but what is

having no idea

i thought so then

but there is what

of that reason no

i never

did you not think to come and say hello?

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burried, fucked dawn

"remove repetition. if the author explains something twice,
he/she either didn't say it right the first time or lacks confidence
that his/her reader will get it."

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FROM THE BOOK OF SAMS

Sam has a problem
with scratching his head
you see these bits of skin
flying everywhere & even he
looks rather concerned.

*

Sam shivers, even in the summer
I think it's just to get attention
but he says he doesn't want any;
just a blanket & some black coffee.

*

Sam is squeamish, he is afraid
of knives in his heart. He is willing
to squash a large spider (with malice)
but it makes him shiver & scratch his head.

you get yourself about, somehow

you move from a to b to
solutely

you move from here to
ditary

from this to
tle

from car to
e

from letter to
press

from dung to
eon

from dim to
ple

from class to
ic

from to to
ok

from i think
to therefore i stop.

i've said it before but then again who hasn't

the signs are misleading
my friend i was saying
back then but we were
swapping places so that

you became i
after i became you
then we became
what and we

came back from semblances
to resemble ourselves
at a glance then chancing it
as the signs keep
coming and going like you
or i or us or we or i & i
get it now, whatever it

shall be and this is where
the trap door usually
rings, goodbye - nice
to stick your head out

terms & conditions

Keeping in mind

The id, ego, superego

Superhero complex

The batman can can

Knots crosses grassy

Multivariousness

Not to mention

Dreams desires

Fires icicles tricycles

Ancient figurines and trees

Screaming whispers of robotic

Hallucinations

And then there’s the

Nevermind

I am supposed

To be

At work

(in the middle of a cloud)

dressing gown that i fixate on
i start to fixate on


blemishes flourish my love will
turn you off. i have been

possessed to death so i know how

you feel. i'm sorry that i made you cry
i'm just a jealous guy. i was feeling insecure
you might not love me anymore.
i was shivering inside

i'm in a basket
with crisps

at a buffet
she sneezes

duck, next to shrimp
and cover

the future
with ice, thanks

i'm not needed
please

i just personally hate comments that

well i guess it's my turn
to go i'm dizzy wondering
how we arrived at tooting

how we arrived at tooting
belongs at the box office
for a pound per a pause

so i guess you're dizzy

wandering how we tooted
up the proceeds kept

in a box inside the box
officially speaking the price
must be kept around 16

and while we're griping

"it may not be fashionable to say it's unfashionable, but, "

poetry reader, you keep saying everything is unfashionable
that you read as if it were a badge. a very big badge. a huge
badge, so different in kind to those tiny lapel badges that
what-do-you-know? are back in fashion in my book.

'it's terribly unfashionable, but'
'it's unfashionable these days,'
'i know it's unfashionable'
'it may not be fashionable'

all these in twenty minutes.

i'm sorry but blandness sucks however you defend it. even when you champion it by demeaning others. mostly. few bland things are good and when they are they usually stop being bland, at least for a little while. your poetry was unfashionable, yes, but more importantly it was bland. your poetry was blandly bland and unfashionably unfashionable and dumbly dumb and said before and said again and sad before and sad again and sucky and sucky and sucky i'm sorry. you annoyed me with this unfashionable thing all the time. if it is rubbish who cares if it's fashionable and if it is good the same.

On Being Accused of Spamming For The First Time

I must confess it feels good:
some blood on my tongue
from my lip, look here

you remain in memory
a sickening indication
of everything you have

become, you can't hear
the spaces over here
where resentment's

harboured.

According to Celine Dion

THE

first time
ever I wore
your face

THE

score was laced
nil nil - null & void
under where

THE

second time
never I delay
but I lost

THE

place where
your face
was stored

THE

heart must go
on, presumably, no
not THAT face

that is Björn Andrésen i swear

my bonnie lies over the odeon,
face too happy, face too happy,
(it creeps the hell out of me)
it makes me unhappy and i do
not leave, without my bonnie
i can't see anymore, bring back
my bonnie to me i shout
(it creeps the hell out of you)
i think, but just bring back
my bonnie to me.

Frequently Asked Questions

Which came first,
the email
or the newsl(oo)ps?

The clock is against
the race, if you ken
what I barbie.

Seems like this is
rapidly becoming
a waltz, dun dun...

Done roughly, of
desert. Obliviously!
John, will you

listen to this?
No man is a
BZZZZ. Seal Stamp.

Or, more accurately

Landing on an island of thought
I think - I've made it. The palm
trees are spectacular. Perfect.
Climbing up, I feel strong, stronger,
stronger. At the top I cast
a glance at the way I came
to notice I am ahead of myself.

*

Perhaps I cannot speak
for every word would be hollow
except for those that appear
too true to say -

*

OBVIOUSLY [A Blank Postcard]

Bear in mind, so blue,

I won't be clawed all ways

shrill, this is just a note

to make you envision

an apple, yes, an apple

and I don't know why

these lines are this way

why this clause at a neuro-

transmitter that goes

roughly this, roughly that

and blabbers on, carelessly

you might say, or love, you

may say, June, you know,

springs, ejector seats, paper

airports, aero bars, nothingless

meaningfull I'm sorry, I love you

beard in mind, for your furry tongue

and your impressive blabble.

Absolutely.

it isn't the meaning, it's the glue

By (a) sitting in the window, and
(b) writing a poem about it. This
kind of self-centered poem is a
bit exhibitionist and I tried to get
that across too, by starting with
bold capitals, and shifting to small,

it isn't the meaning, it's the glue.

i step into my harness and split the
spoils to shriek: "split the spoils: i'm
a nullity slut!", "swap sweetened
smugs": i'm sorry this is my most
pressing concern,
i leave them hanging
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~?

One / Thing / That's / True

i like to watch

How neatly the heart is folded in her spotted handkerchief. I know what she is waiting for: the right moment. It will herald itself with the following words and rests: "Tuck Me In"- 5 second rest- "Please Do It Soon"- 2 second rest- "Too Late". The next performer will nudge her and she'll hop on to the stage, unravel the handkerchief, and leave the beating mechanism for all (for all with good seats) to see. The curtain closes, the lights go out, she unravels it, switches it off, puts it in her handbag, puts her clothes back on, waits 10 minutes then leaves by the side-exit, ignoring the ongoing cheers and applause. People throw bills in the tub. One man slumps against the stage, an easy enough pillow, and remembers how sweet she looked. "I won't murmur" "I won't murmur" "I won't murmur" he murmured as he turned in his sleep.

Me Me Me

Sitting here wondering
How can I connect
All this. These

Scraps. Versus reality.
But I have seen inside
Some realities, honestly,
I'm not telling you
A story. This is serious.

And what about me?
I rarely ask, but
Often think, I. I.

Selected from SOMETIMES THE IDEAS ARE HAVING ME

concerns 3

i keep pressing release when what i want is
to be strapped in tight. the suit is smashing
against the i'd call it a ceiling, causing much
noise and damage too no doubt.
sleep is not
available but neither really is action. semi-
concentration is almost achievable so i read
lydia davis and josephine miles and jaroslav
seifert aloud. these writers mean a lot to me,
so that if i have to be here i'll be happier read
ing them. i resisted auditioning for reality tv
for such a long time, telling myself it was point-
edly crap. but eventually i succumbed and got
the gig. who knew it would turn out like this?
somebody probably did know, and used us and
that's what really hurts.
my purple sweat-shirt is sitting
uncomfortably today, on the back of the chair,
one arm groping at the latch for increasing the
height. i try to reach it with my sandal but the
endeavour is a flop.

Press Release Writes Press Release

At 02:53 on the 17th of January 2010, the press began. This is the release.

Indeed, so what? Good point. And where we are? In the middle of the beginning, I am already pressing you, remember, you have to be firm from outset. Ah Facebook Now You Have Me. Make an impression.

Like he said, I.. Which of course reeks of intervention. And this line was carved in the table at Ping Pong, as he waited for his chicken-fried squid. Mattering because the strangler had eaten there the day before.

As you know, I am not a crank. As my friend Frank Frink says, frankly my furtive glass will hardly bedazzle. And why not. We all know that we will and are willing. So go on.

Middling, hardly. He phoned the strangler's number. Hello stranger, how are you, both pretending. Gad, sorry glad, to hear it. Are you often pressed in this fashion? Let me tell you, in all seriousness, to be honest. I am the actor, an assistant, marketing executive, people person, personal manager. Officially, I'm freelance.

References available on request.

Please credit me with this.

concerns 2

we're actually just drifting here. i haven't a heard
peep on the system since i heard the i'm sorry.
lucas spends all his time which is also my time
staring out the window which annoys me because
what do all those stars have that i don't. i'm being
facetious because if you had a few weeks up in space
before your food-supply ran out wouldn't you consider
it a politeness to be friendly to the only voice you'll
hear, the only company you'll conceivably have, unless...
which would be far far too crazy, but great. my pasta and
vin santo are strapped to my thigh. i play some music
in my helmet and i imagine what it feels like to have
a bath and read in the bath and rip pages and step
out and leave footprints on the carpet and put slippers
on. and then come back ten minutes later having written
poems on paper with coffee and tea ink-washes and still
see them there, the prints, by the bath. i say all this aloud.

concerns

does this make me look like an owl?

does this make me look like a spider?

does this make me look like a tortoise?

does this make me look like a real man?

does this make me look like a hotel manager?

does this make me look like a millionaire banker?

does this make me look like a celebrity big brother star?

does this make me look like a retired university professor?

does this make me look like a reader of eastern european poetry?

Don't read these. (Metamorphoses)

The voice was
different

is
different

when you read
it.

x

If your team
doesn't hit
the target,
you'll be out
on your own.

x

The release, the
transformation -

(again) remind me
why I should

write it
down.

x

Little pictures

• Look!

These machines
in black and

• Wait!

x

Don't you
leave me
here

in your
ear

(or your
pocket)

x

the voices were

x

Consume
an orange
in a sudden
movement and it
can

x

vanish. The hand is quicker
than the eye, Grandpa says

as I decide I am not losing
the present tense.

x

Do I digress?
Diverge $ oops -

bulge?

Only when I find
myself, solely
in company

truly
alone

x

sirens

x

sometimes
I wish

I could remember
the beginning

to explain
this end -

There
was an orange -

Wait -
I can see
company -

Shapes? Strange
machine quietly

clacking / on the

surface - now

changes // tone

x

The voice was
different

is
different

when you read
it. Don't leave

us, don't
you

did

This

The Divided Self On Facebook

Can someone so careless / sneak in?

I has no heavenly
meaning : it rings
hollow, as they say

sounding louder than
you, as if

you were

Alive