My brother in law is a miner My brother in law is a mixed race man Is he conflicted? Well you could wonder He makes his living deep and under the ground My brother in law loves my sister And that’s the matter, and all the matter There is a tide in the cares of men Mine has gone out, and it’s not coming back in Now nothing is in itself...Learn More

When I was younger I heard a sound Came to me from the dark side of town They were getting the cattle in Never heard such a mournful din To the place where they render the beasts into muck For frozen burgers and discount chuck I caught the chorus on the reel to reel You can still hear them singing But it’s a song that won’t ever be heard On the...Learn More

All grace, all our grace, in a dirty thimble In palsy halls some paintings kept In ricket basements a trinket or two Maybe a leopard survives in a zoo No renaissance, no emerald dawn But porn and bloodsport, bloodsport and porn And a song, and some play, a shiny violin In a vault in a fuckwit’s mansion Excavated yesterday - Curse this elevated...Learn More

To be A bee, a moth Four wings spread for the soft last touch Of glory sun Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons - One hundred different suns In a hundred different heavens Spied from a rowboat - Stroke, nought is spoken Before you know it, the spell is broken You might wonder where you are Floating on the reservoir I have counted the...Learn More

Another childless christmas Don’t be sad For the child you never had For the daughter or likely lad Who would help you disappear and be glad (Do they) keep saying you’re not quite a woman? (Do they) do they say you’re not fully a man? Not til you’ve started to live for somebody Somebody other than you understand? Another childless christmas on...Learn More

A picture of a man with a rope laden head Painted on a tablet of clay Purchased in an alley in the town of Taormina On a cloudless Sicilian day We feed, we drink Endeavour not to think The Isola, addled lust Slow intimations of dust Not me, not me, that is not me, that is not my clay, not me… George Johnston tilts in his abbreviated span A young...Learn More

Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen In somebody you've known since you were sixteen If love is a bolt from the blue Then what is a bolt but a glorified screw And that doesn't hold nothing together Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music It's making me sick and I know it's making you sick There's nothing there...Learn More

‘Be gone’, the words that sent me out into the day As though I were an actor in a play A silent green midsummer of dismay Where I did not see a bee, an Apis failed to fly Espy did not my eye, no bee No anthophile today I wondered were they on a holiday? And where do they all go when they’re away? But then I thought perhaps the queen was dead And...Learn More