Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Commons 2 // 18

have your say, o disappeared
or non-existent elements, or
our bodies are still here
burning globes / eclipsed:
o shit, I just ate the economy
- thats right -
it was a thin metal revolving
so stupid & dying
like a businessman, squealing
like the rats that were left
on our doorstep this morning
thats right / now we know
we are geometric gaps
in police lines / so tender, so

Notes on the Commons

Took a wrong turn last night, on the way home from checking Marx's grave. Its a strange country, the country of the dead.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Commons 2 // 17

hello, o burnt frequency
where my eyes were
without a city wall
I have been designing
a new geography of delight
clean & troubled, like
a baby's cry -
flap your knees apart
my insipid drunks, my
shuffling laws, inside
the jerking melting bellies
of detectives & diagrams
such irritating spheres
get up now, dead man

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Paul is Free

Benefit reading will more than likely be on the 5th March . . . . .

Sunday, January 04, 2009

The Commons 2 // 15 - 16

this book has been specially
in clear, non-technical
hordes of palaces, empty
tone controls, a lawful ‘you’
inside your word for ‘gasoline’
peaks in high-frequency
gusts, bright magnetic scroungers
& the bottomless landlord,
viewed from 15 millivolts, bright
slogans of ancient anaglyphs, bright
wow & flutter / I said non-technical
inaudible to all with lawful hearing,
my silent boring dancing,
oh my, my bare arse flashing

we are Elizabeth Windsor
controlled by a centrifugal
motor shaft / sorry, I mean
I have eaten the taxes
you were saving for / and then
I ate the slave / sorry, I
mean my hips were wriggling:
the rest of this letter
has been returned to you,
it is offensive and innapropriate
controlled by a / sorry
even if I am shot dead,
we will remember these moments
so delicious, for example, so