LaScala

Venice

Naked. Bread and wine laid out.

olden-time coin stacked neatly

in a struggling pile.

The fan’s pulsing shadows keep

bow-string time as lower chords

sow the whole divine plan together -

out the window, down the long

Via Garibaldi, plunge through streets,

twisted markets, stunted lanes and

nameless bridges - urgent seeking

thrusting

some repose

the fan brings you back, striking

at first in its fits and inducing

haze (like something in your eyes

is broke)

incapacitated, solid, melted chords

drip off the speakers, seep into your

ears

Help him, he must hurt so

How does he transcribe it all –

ah that chord

such agony

such pain

layers build chasm

mine

tears

the soft hum of the fan as

the end slides near, why

where, crucified

as, father.

Victoria

Brighton to London

different voices in the Lavender,

I have many

but there’s too much –

yellow flowers interrupt

and many more than leaves

blur past your widow

and suddenly next to you

someone taps your shoulder

and stutters out of sleep

to quiet clamoring

insistent

Victoria!

No not yet

Settle

Flop over your seat and rest

until someone locked inside

bangs on the cell’s borrowed door,

clang a pot on stone until

your fingers bleed –

Victoria!

soon, soon.

there’s something about those

places that I hate,

be it the fluorescent lights

or the endless rows of shopper’s

specials, lazily intruding on your stroll –

count yourself lucky to see me back

again,

this isn’t customary your know

this isn’t fair

how did you link it all together this

time,

before the song is sung

and timid swans staked out

in fields laid waste to the sun

some intrusive effort

mumble Victoria!

just let me go

it’s too…

let me

So this is where we’ve left us?

Cobblestones

London, UK

cobblestone does funny things to

your head

and the roads round London-town

go backwards, like there’s a

thousand things you’d never do even

if you made a list,

and checked it off as you might at

Christmas

Who’s to manage everything for

you when we depart?

There’s no room at poet’s corner

for the delivery you want,

take yourself over the top

and plunge through the Hippodrome,

(you’re your own circus sometimes)

that’s not really true

(well dyu have the time?)

stop thinking inside yourself

but to wander past the opera

house is twice as dangerous.

(even though just this one you

did go in)

stop yourself

“You’re one of us then”

that’s all-right

(it makes it all better then.

I suppose)

In the end

after

that glass

is finished

(pour me another)

strum up some more purported

goodness

pretend to write

be prepared to cower

(throw around some nonsense in case)

moisturise the truth

work out something

Summ’it new

‘Wiv ou all da bova’

some more reason

how do you encompass

cash some more valuables,

there’s nothing much like tomorrow –

is that your contribution?

or shall the lottery continue…

unabated

sapphire dreaming

oak panels

more history than your country knows,

this is your forgotten land

this is your abandoned mother

The poetry of colonial refuse

diaspora I claim Armenian

my rejected self

on the ashes of those filed

(on the ashes of my children)

there we re-built Babylon

oh honey, why did we have to go

oh we

why

not so much a leaving anymore

not so much a nothing

as more to dissipate a counter-

intuition you feel that (culturally)

you might know is there.

(again)

allright to dream – Spinoza

rears his strange intrusive head

once more

Whose spleen am I?

tides are turning in your

brand new rambling

a little bit off…

what would they have had?

(and why?)

all you have to come up with ideas,

offer it a bit louder

and drop your coat over a puddle

(If she looks, you’re in)

I know you’re that kind of guy

- whenever you want to be

better, better

why bother really

that’s really your issues

interesting reporting

isn’t it/

he’s just difficult, he must know.

a little bit more

walk away

hot

2 days inanight

find it

read, recall

read

rest

cobblestones’ll do that to you…

faint

home so soon

far away from here,

a thousand miles more

and you’ll be too faint

to even rumble in the storm.

Spinoza’s Eyes

NY, NY

two senses, being that you can’t come

back to the fact you won’t create

an ideology – be in a situation as though

you were worshipping yourself – retro-active

encoding of your traditions, bound by

blood so you can see the gap, don’t

illuminate anything so that the land’s

along with language, so it’s simple if you

squint too. Smile at me –

talk a little longer than I would have,

smile and clap a little over the top

of that intrusive absent jazz

draw from it whenever possible

give me all

yeah me too

I tell you before

to disappear

I wanted to give really, I wanted to give

outwardly confusing circulations.

the failure of modern Can-Cun to

materialise tiny portions of consequence

the young girl is free

benefit from touching me

with the liberal colour as

conclusion.

the failure of Zion is

the failure of propagandists

- the gentle terror of never

speaking in your own voice.

Allow it to grow and smother

in the end we’re left with

the implied question, what sort of

law? The day that killed the man,

reconvene in the same way, it

won’t cost you a battering

through your occupancy – the wall

is a betrayal, jaws agape,

in the atrocities we form some

sense of being a broad

question of the fact that we’re

father’s after Spinoza.

The necessary representation is

still concerned with an easy

claim to be seeming –

allright I’ll see you in an hour

the first modern pulse,

there was a recent re-appraisal

this is hopeful

just trying to save

myself

have a strong case

impulse

never substantiated, the teaching

of more than one,

manifest destiny – remove the

best tool as fundamentalist

answers echo like bats in

everything I want, try to ground

reality before it falls apart.

reified mysticism is the

original idea

vague premonition –

panic in the physical vicinity,

circle around a secret centre

with the fastest of you falling off

is the contemporary strong,

is what they do?

who else wants the example

after the affinity

it’s a lot of work

take and add

give yourself up to

l’estate c’est moi

my wife and child,

just a sec.

she’ll be allright,

you want to say.

Any discourse

so kind behind me

as long as they stick to the

tempers the humours will follow.

But maybe Wednesday

he’s more or less the fact.

That’s what everyone says

is part of their trajectory

and idealism is allegorical

and we just want the prophets

to sing of every little thing

we used to do - you and I which

is something Ezekiel didn’t

ever consider without his atonement.

here and now, you and I

this first moment sliding closed

parallel to me and half a world

apart, I see the supplement

I see you

a discovery of the self,

submergement and jump

I’m looking forward to honey

in that ring in Barcelona

maybe a trumpet could help us

what do you think?

surprising?

it seemed so

briefly

as long as they bring out the benches

and burn up the pews we’ll survive

somewhere in the battlements

and barbicans of this funny

little memory lost of you.

sunrise is almost out

night is nowhere near,

he’s kind of like the wheel,

reinvent and shuffle the length

you felt, on average –

invert the duties translated,

give me back my pedestal

of course you can't see in

whether your intuition wants it

darling, it’s my journey

(historically speaking) the norms

aren’t happening –

what did she just sing?

why don’t I know the words?

that’s where the piano begins –

which aspects are the musical basis

to literature and abscess

in our departures, does this

flotation harden into substance

to draw your own readings,

wrapped itself regardless

those weren’t separate –

those weren’t this context

shaped by goings on –

some people

were supposed to

some people

were together, bound

trying endings

abolition

but then what you have is

the suggestions of control

guidance

questions

ascribe

sirens once again

minority cause.

where’ve you gone?

we should probably…

well

lost

this is so different for the

no longer devastating

refutation, better options

new options

autonomy

exoterically exactly

an importance between

tapering criminalities

city, rumbles

options tumbles right?

too be older

we sing,

allright

leave it be

one more colour

1:30

1:35

the number is

don’t worry

happy to see you

on that corner in Paris

good luck maybe

good night