Skip to main content

older ones (unfinished)

6th December 2010
Via di Roiano, Trieste

I am a tense cannibal
think deeper
above the fury
hop flop into hope
illusionary surfaces
we have many minutes
we have you surrounded
keep swallowing your dog hair

12th December 2010
Trieste train station park

Novo Hotel Impero
(left shoulder)

stairs to tunnel
(right shoulder)


kebab ali baba

30th November 2010
Trieste Train Station Park

fake easternness
coming thru the camel
below the humps
scream or at least spit
instead just stood there
hands dried out
pigeons pigeons
I have a wrong pen in bad light
this bora waters my eyes
to rattle your cage
to lick another
dog's bowl
perhaps you would prefer to make other arrangements
oh I say it rank
stop feeding the messengers
the elements deride
I awoke on the roadside

25th November 2010
Trieste Doggie Park

is that you in front
of me
coming back
for exactly the same?
I have a name
I have been given a name
more than once
tried to change
I'm learning to talk


these beasts
are good
to think with
though i seem
i speak for my name
in name only


acid reflux
on grass blades
lady in brown boots
and pram
with worn out
a thick matted
sniffs my shoe
there is a tree
born crooked
never got straight
made promises
never meant to keep
good morning

24th November 2010
Trieste, Doggie Park

I'm yr father's mother
lick my nipples
I'm growing
up strangly
plus scroungely
we're all here
giant little monsters
to feed
if i am lost it's only
for a little while
all past efforts
in our stomachs
sneezing out the seasonings
noli me tangelo
earnest driven
been down here
day after day
this template
is not my heart
piggy toenail
has split again
change my changling
i'm a quick wet
with street-wide eyes
calling for you
I'm not a fat house
i'm not a poisoned
butterchrist mouth
all told
i have no after-
in head shape voiceskin
this is my kin
in their very own
private BORA
give me a beat
make mock
of neither beast
nor foul
praise the winter
no trinkets
no poems
mistakes tread their own
in this valley of fish
feast on nooks
my veined one


link wheel said…
Please tell me it worked proper? I dont need to sumit it once more if i should not have to! Either the weblog glitced out or i'm an idiot, the second option doesnt shock me lol. thanks for an excellent weblog! Anyway, in my language, there are usually not a lot good source like this.

Popular posts from this blog

poets reading poets

There are on A now: Andrews, Antin, Apollinaire, Ashbery

A project from the Atlanta Poetry Group. Check it:

The Poetry of Tao Lin

Another Ireland by Robert Archambeau

This review really hit it for me. I recently read Maurice Scully's _Livelihood_ and Geofrey Squires _Untitled and Other Poems_ is on deck (I love that baseball term. It is baseball, right?)

I think this is from The Nortre Dame review, but I found it via goofle (I mean google).

Another Ireland: Part Two
Maurice Scully, The Basic Colours. Durham, UK: Pig Press, 1994.
Geoffrey Squires, Landscapes and Silences. Dublin: New Writers' Press, 1996.
Catherine Walsh, Idir Eatortha and Making Tents. London: Invisible Books, 1996.

By Robert Archambeau

I began the first half of this article (Notre Dame Review #4) by mentioning some of the limits to the legendary hospitality Ireland has shown to its poets. If you arrive in Ireland from any point of departure outside of Eastern Europe, you will indeed find a public far more willing than the one you left behind to grant poets the recognition all but the most ascetic secretly crave. However, this hospitality has never extended to Irish poets w…