Monthly Archives: February 2011


There’s a woman across the border
makes me forget
my right hand from my left –

to be close, an aiming struck
with dreams of railway sleepers.

hothouse IV

You talked of gloved hands: you claim to not
see where the climbers stretch to, only spaces:
the leaves are powder. Distance swells, unorganic

beating through the lead-lined frames: afterthoughts
assume your shape: you remember that before we burst
husks: there was a minute when we were not

hothouse III

Given the chance
residue will fall upwards, hitting
heavy undersides, tendril twisting
occurs, just

planned – all rise, yeast of eden
something like a parasite in these
updrafts. Sweat rises. Beads

form, direction, form
direction is given (make no mistake)

raise their heads, face blown glass.
Occasions, sweat sticks
perspiration will drop and
these guidelines refuse removal –
bamboo is more than

structure spreading legs
sprayed deeper

green – scaffolds hold bits in
parts are kept pushed out.
Trying to look for roots this high
in this constant fuming

a fruitless exercise.
Trying to look, also.


Feet scratched by spaces
between railway sleepers
flint follows clinker
splintered wood, age on empire
north and west, follow fallow
land and water-log sips
mangrove soon parches
each border, arid is all – then
seas are split wide open
ice is booming on the hull.
Something screams beneath
ankles clutching inner thighs
dented by rivets
upstairs, more wood crumbles
miles are thrown behind and
coughed out back. Straights are crossed

Still, she navigates as she did
home is
lit by neon tubes
and still
signs lurch overhead
saying still
the same
you want more,
you are not enough

this day, a short

winter blows closing, rinsed clean. An act
of suspicious absolution, a type of cut
but it almost happened already to us.

hothouse II

wraught iron, corridor
this swollen, lead crystal-
-ised sweat rises and
congregates in fields

obese lungs, panting.
A stamen paralyzes my

hacking of mists, some-
where, damp leaves
a shattering.


The heat in here stays constant netted

kept unmoving billowed weighed down

down everything all the leaves to

lethargic rubbered limbs and I can only

ascertain who comes or goes by read-

-ing the peaks in this dim but varied

show of slanting white-wet lights