Our padded white rooms   I am In a room I’ve built myself Four straight walls One floor One ceiling And day after day, I wake up feeling Day after day, I wake up feeling, feeling...

    Drinking electricity Next door, the light from a television through the window, always the light from a television and nothing more, no sign of anything that isn’t drinking electricity...

      The Long Walks Now that the rains of August have passed there are the long walks into autumn, the even longer leavetakings with the dead, the ever lengthening shadows, the...

      Lonely Train Sat, on a train, I watch my reflection in the glass. Because that’s what everybody does in a train poem. Unless they’re looking at the girl in the opposite seat....

    Never Never is a long time lots of things happen before Never is over Remember all the triumphs once predicted to happen Never happened sooner than later I dread that never however...

    Here is the Lampshade     Here is the lampshade, spiderweb Eden, where I read under the unscrewed bulb of a witches shawl. My sloe evenings spent reading birth certificates...

    Lucy   In the painting, she’s a young girl with flowing chestnut hair.  Her tunic veils the swell of adolescent breasts. Around her shoulders lies a russet velvet cloak. In her...

      Against Candlelight   As marbled wax melts, flickers of unknown lives beckon from fire’s hypnotic chaining.   Colliers, chandlers and cavemen gaze with me: my desk a...

    Thinking of Tesla on the District Line     Tesla, on the District line there’s a glimpse of lights, a whole field of lights in darkness. I think of you in Colorado Springs,...