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The Distance Between These Things

In Poems on October 6, 2011 at 8:17 pm

Imagine me as a child
with a measuring tape
borrowed from my mother’s sewing basket

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In Poems on October 6, 2011 at 8:15 pm

when I say “you” I mean “me.”

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Mg – Magnesium 12

In Poems on October 5, 2011 at 1:47 pm

I don’t recall what was blaring from my brother’s stereo when I walked in on him, sitting on the side of his bed, naked to the knees, touching himself. Aerosmith? Read the rest of this entry »

9 Reasons Love is Existential

In Poems on September 18, 2011 at 4:17 pm

1. All men are candles. Their flames are their dreams. The sound of a lit matchstick dipped in water? That’s Love. Read the rest of this entry »

the rebirth of smoke

In Poems on September 9, 2011 at 1:28 pm

there is no reason to panic until the dogs begin to lie on each other’s bellies & make love like humans. Read the rest of this entry »

Email from Coleridge in Beijing

In Poems on August 31, 2011 at 2:33 am

Recovering from a plate of fried Prawns, the Author drifted into a hallucinatory Haze. He recalls being suddenly reinvigorated and having an intense Vision of responsible City Planning, and rushing to the nearest Internet Café to write it down Read the rest of this entry »

While Facing the Urinal

In Poems on August 16, 2011 at 10:07 pm

Where a Placard Reads, Come Closer. We Don’t Want You Watering Your Shoes. Public Toilet behind the Second District Police Station, Ningbo, 2004.

A man in a public toilet
            once asked me
if there was anyone
            I needed to have done. Read the rest of this entry »

Communities and Opportunities

In Poems on August 10, 2011 at 9:36 pm

So he went off to get his feet nibbled by colourful fish
in a dressing gown in a fashionable parlour
in an exclusive rural neighbourhood with many
viewings-a-mustHis body diligently penetrated
by dozens of slim acupuncturists,
his tea extruded through bronze dies, Read the rest of this entry »


In Poems on July 24, 2011 at 5:33 pm

Let’s play Guess Who.

A thought from your head as blind
as a bus. Bats see with sound or not

at all, that game they play in porn
where a good moan is like a light Read the rest of this entry »


In Poems on July 10, 2011 at 7:50 pm
The stranger was me; I was the stranger
to the hour. He had travelled
miles and miles from nineteen eighty
to my wooden room where I had been stuck for days. Read the rest of this entry »

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