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Wednesday, 25 June 2025

25.06.25

 25.06.25




Imatinibs fall out your 

mouth sesamum in the ground  

ember hands in place of our 

hereditary melodies transfer 

in our bones coupling 

nonpareil you also speak 

to dwindling hematomas 

now pressed into corners 

of burnt out colours 

the last photo metabolism  

turns tightly coupling 

everything magnetically sealed

slips between white 

incopads of imagined persons  

& you were crying waiting in the centre 

around a small song

lonely light ameliorate 

unglück nerve gaggles 

in nights wetgrim cycles 

even death was still turning 

onto your eyes


24.06.25 (amended/exception)

 


In human blood 

a changeling child 

catamenial fluid another drains 

a mouth-shaped glass

collected & allowed to 

turn sour in the air i’ve got 

the good blood medicine 

at midnight inside 

your bone marrow powders 

with Southern rain

I made it boil like 

clean stones 

now preserved epoxy coat 

steel tube frame 

mollified by your hair 

the good bloods charms 

incantations reappearances 

to cry & not to pity

the very innocence of 

little plastic gloves

24.06.25

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In the human blood 

changeling child 

catamenial fluid another drains 

a mouth-shaped glass

collected & allowed to 

turn sour in the air i’ve got 

the good blood medicine 

at midnight inside me 

your bone marrow powders 

with Southern rain

I made it boil like 

mad clean stones 

now preserved epoxy coat 

steel tube frame 

mollified by your hair 

the good bloods charms 

incantations reappearances 

to cry & not to pity it

the very innocence of 

little plastic gloves


Tuesday, 24 June 2025

20.06.25

20.06.25



Sprinkling dejecta 

with salt or vitriol

mixing them with hot ash 

or live coals the autologous 

als ob stymied blood remedies 

sleep sweet in heavenly peace

21.06.25

 21.06.25




Reducing me to silent creaks

omens for your protections

its slue covered in sick inflammations 

the platelets corpuscles to 

white itching imagining 

tipped with skin of you

matter or light or 

Mit ausbrechendem Schmerz

infusing grain 

of a geno-song secret 

atmospheric catheters holding  

your perfect illness 

still perfect leaving the body 

on blood & silence


23.06.25

 23.06.25




Sometimes I imagine a swallow, 

martin, robin red-breast solemn 

anniversary 

song to welcome

in a breach of hospitality

in my head but it’s your child body 

xeroxed instead 


22.06.25

 22.06.25




In the morning, 

your hospital bed-end 

etiological small body

bad blood butterfly under glass

escaped honeysuckled

out for terrible sake 

terrorpricked 

me awake when I least expected 

look at each other half with yours

our heaven snow wiped needles

& all expression from 

your face tiniest quivering eyes

antibody titer white finger 

crystal pipettes cancelled life 

it’s so hard to talk about

my other isn’t dead 

your father cinches today

weak with feeling

that the reminder is me


Thursday, 19 June 2025

13.06.25

 13.06.25



If it hurts close your eyes, 

Rosenkavalier still & wait

the class condition peels away 

its rare indivisible light 

crude English blues 

myxomatosis of ancient glass 

freesias for their scent

for what is sovereign

made giddy in the head?


12.06.25

 12.06.25 





Dibnahs devoted to life 

whose abiding image collapsing into 

morphing into Rose Absolutes

BME pain olympics in the museums 

of re-constructed images

punched out Etiological Mechanisms 

feel this in people objects, 

or the world strange unreal

feel this lifestyle modification 

paranoia mistaken for militant justice 

feel this within mutually assured 

mental destruction slammed 

one way amends adelphi broke 

now the cult of one

there is nothing to love 

hamstrung quiet forgets 

adamite deixis in the cooling towers

of bad praxis infidelities 

into the arms now 

of the apparent enemy 

broken life so undamaged 

sticks me here to enter 

at the end of night 

touch my intimate nerve as it coils 

round a call for vanquished faces 

& everywhere becomes suddenly 

birdsong & morning doves 

the dirt beneath my feet


Hand of Daddy (draft)

 Hand of Daddy 



 The dead are transfigured into children for whom the

 possible would still be possible, because they have not been.




(Father Cell Child)

Now the sun wants to rise as 

brightly, Daddy 

now the sun wants to rise 

brightly 

as if nothing terrible 

happened Daddy,, Daddy 

during the night. 

The misfortune happened 

only to me, 

But the sun shines equally 

Daddy.


You must not fold 

the night into yourself 

you must bathe it Daddy  

in eternal light forever 

a little light has gone 

out in my tent 

I must greet the joyful 

light of the world.

Now I see why 

with such dark flames

now I see why 

your eyes flash, Daddy 

at me in certain moments


O eyes, it was as if 

in a single glance 

you could concentrate 

your full power Daddy 

I will be back

again & again 

again & again 

you won’t know 

how to rest

who to say to

yet I didn't realise, 

because mists were floating 

around me woven even by fate, 

vah-tee, Otac, Père, Vater, Athair

Tad that your beam of light      

was ready to be sent home, 

again & again 

again & again 

the place from which 

all beams emanate.  


You wanted to tell me 

with your light: to stay near you forever! 

But that was taken away by fate.  

Look straight at us,

because soon we will be far away! 

What to you are only eyes

in these days, in the nights to come 

will be only tears. 

pah-pah of the father’s cell


(Against Mother)

When your mama 

steps in through the door 

I turn my head 

to see her

but at the place nearer

the doorstep there

your little dear  face  

pah-bah bah-bah 

mother enters

as always you 

would come in too

scurrying in behind

do I dream or am I awake

Or do I see weakly mumurate 

In the light, the dullness?

Not you, only a shadow

follows after mother

you are always mother’s shadow

gaze falls first 

not on her face

but instead on the place

nearer the threshold

there, where your dear little face

would have been

were you in joyful brightness

were you to have entered too

O the father-cell of 

extinguished light 

of extinguished  joy!


pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 

pah-bah bah-bah pah-bah bah-bah 


(The Hand of Daddy)

The day is fine, 

don't be worried, 

They've just gone for a long walk.  

Yes indeed, they have just stepped out, 

And now they are making their way 

home. Don't be worried, 

the day is fine. 

They have simply made 

a journey to those hills.  

They have just gone out 

And they will not be coming home again. 

We'll go meet them on those hills, 

In the sunlight, 

the day is fine

On those hills.  

In this weather, 

in this windy storm, 

I would never have sent 

the children out. 

They have been carried off, 

I wasn't able to warn them!  

In this weather, 

in this gale, 

I would never 

have let the children out. 

I feared they sickened: 

those thoughts 

now in vain.  

In this weather, 

in this storm, 

I would never have let the children out, 

I was anxious they might die 

the next day: 

now anxiety is pointless.  

In this weather, in this windy storm, 

I would never have sent the children out. 

They have been carried off, 

I wasn't able to warn them!  

In this weather, 

in this gale, 

in this windy storm, 

they rest as if in their mother's house: 

frightened by no storm, 

sheltered by 

the Hand of Daddy