fractured burps (in progress) (first go)

Asleep in Vallejo California

all of them milking
green machines

Duran Duran

a pair
of tits


An Abundance of Lady Bugs


hello Jeff Hilson


New Lovers


fresh baked
loaves






Clitoral Orals

ah veneration

Oh LA!

Groaning Avenue

B or A or

Onkel G

Onkel G

by Grzegorz Wroblewski

in progress from fractured burps

Opening the Eyelid

(for David Rattray)

ripped by rum and oranges

we’ll picnic here

there’s no difference

between homecoming and going

God’s whiskers on Jesus skin

I have an inside to my outside

fireflies in a leaf filtred limelight

thereby fulfilling a prophecy

every moment empty space shines 

bathtub rings

I think of your children in spacesuits

In Progress

In This World We Do Mutt

(for Joseph Ceravolo)

my doll is firm aboriginal blubber

from this bottle we did drink

pull up the blanket

affection rides home

mother is windy

built on 

the body is coming

these knees are a spongy breeze

in Seattle we did chow on clams

look at this saint’s hat

for whom the bell gloats

birds float

it is white foam

when will my gluckenspiel

run dry

like a toothpick

among the shaken

my son leaps the carribou

I have no carribou

this is a rehearsal for Zen music

it worked very well

now it is past use

my girlchild 

there is no snake

tell us where to eat

the wind tattles

all done?

smells like fish

o yeah

rice spring

rice spring

Love Cyclops
(for Piero Heliczer)

the vaginas of birds in burnt grass in Milton
Keynes
my feet as they entered the reeds
stone stone
or so I have heard
heaven is a pebble
in the eye signature
eye weeping bird baths
her bobby pins
her bobby
this bear day
there are no bears
it scares me
joints in the grass
sure can
sugarcane
faded blue jeans
on my wilting face
in Patagonia answer me

Hagan we've got the handshake

Hagan We’ve Got the Handshake


Hagan we’ve got the handshake
under the sun du du dudu
malls ruin the lives of Wood Green people
this is 2011
what happened?
we live in an invented bed
in summer it rains
in winter rains
in spring the bees come

falling in love with Piero

read read read read read the work of this giant!! Entering my top 8.5 favs poets of all eternity!!!

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/obituary-piero-heliczer-1460471.html

Richmond, West London

Richmond


My new machine arrived today

in a green Buddhashade

after a night in New Orleans

my handshakes were full of resin

not green gray like they say

on this Austrian passport

we shot arrows into crab apples on the back of Tom Raworth

while he was riding a motorcycle

and debating the merits of English country girls

at first tomorrow is a fugue then a fife

insert hair and balsa wood

birds on the streets of Richmond

scarf

fed

butterbone

in progress from Fractured Burps ms

England’s Lane

American Ones:

“salted as a ceasefire in a Christian Bakery”

Sudden Address:

“moveable panels or stretcher bars”

All Poet’s Welcome

“Includes C.D.”

Trundling Grunts in The Book of Night Terrors

Lady Air The Natural History

This Time We are Both 

Complete Minimal Poems

Povel

A Purchase in the White Botanica

Art Chronicles Midwinter Day

Selected Steve Carey

Grafton Road Chalk Farm Gospel Oak

Harringey Green Lanes

from Fractured Burps (in Progress)

Marchmont Street Soaps


02890446574


via hand signals outside the window


sucking the tips of impertinent fingers


you get A to B


huskypoint


I have a big appetite for love


sleeping on the floor on the sofa


a number of fixed positions


he was just complaints


NVQ’s


what am I?


she got Spanish two months ago


when she was born


I turned it down


what can I pour THIS into?


silver flashes


the flapping bellies of fishes


no more Eng Lit Krits


lookin to find your click thing


women do it more


you can use your imagination


obviously wanting to get the money from IT


three years


I can’t afford IT but I can write IT down


ahhh shucks


beer and the good stew in the gardens


gum brothers vitch vitch


what do You want from ME?


short shorts in Russell Square


let’s get rich IN SPIRIT

crunching numbers second draft

Crunching Numbers

the price of beans of which I am constituted
the dude behind all that rain
time has this shadow 
check this dog a bone
every man jack gets to be a wife 
the states
somewhere does a sky bend into lassitude 
a full court press 
into high hips 
into a form fitting sheet
new jack sex
thunder puddles
in Wood Green
no pev no gup ya
no pa pa

some of my older work . . .from September 2005 . . . Desert City Reading . . . North Carolina

Jim Goar's Past Simple 10

up and ready to rock!!! Check it:


Past Simple 10

ongoing from Fractured Burps manuscript . . . first draft

Crunching Numbers

an earcheck 

breath from a hooded hook

no pev no 

gup ya

part of a slipper 

they call it a gulf

time has this shadow 

sometimes a chant

the dude behind all that rain

check this dog a bone

every man jack gets to be a wife 

the price of beans of which I am constituted

somewhere does a sky bend into lassitude 

full court press 

no pev no

thunder puddles

at night the states

into high hips into a form fitting sheet

new jack sex

what we call it could be worse

thunder puddles

in Wood Green

no pa pa

reading from Hello Tiny Bird Brain (Knives Forks Spoons Press)

Soho Curzon . .. Hello Tiny Bird Brain . . . new poetry collection from Knives Forks and Spoon Press . . . check it out here:


 Hello Tiny Bird Brain at Soho Curzon

Marcus Slease covers Steve Carey