by phoenix | Aug 11, 2001 | Poetry, Uncategorized
this enormous language fills my mouth i stumble frantic over simplicities this world has been worn blind sacred smooth and in its emptiness, her thousand elaborate machines tick intricate in gorgeous symphony. my tongue is ponderous huge...
by phoenix | Apr 30, 2001 | Poetry, Uncategorized
For Thorfy self other other self and where am I in this equation? i. i. we. you. other. self. we are talking of colour and sweat skin and liquids touch taste vision none of them make their way to the page I filter you into...
by phoenix | Jan 15, 2001 | Poetry, Uncategorized
For David This is my gift to you, this map to find your way back to me should you need it. First of all, find the river. It will smell of patchouli and cinnamon, with the faintest touch of hope. Follow it until you see the boat,...
by phoenix | Jan 12, 2001 | Poetry, Uncategorized
The smell of bush fire is unmistakeable. It pervades streets, offices, trams, The calm hint of destruction Stark against our coddled days. Heat is a harpie, luring us Dumbly into somnolent submission, Stretching up to her, arching Into her limbless...
by phoenix | Aug 14, 2000 | Poetry, Uncategorized
14/8/00 — Monday: Ache strange that it is, literally, felt in the heart, this chill that is the absence of you slightly off-centre. And that’s how I feel, Off-kilter, unbalanced The tears frozen in this Cold shot lodged in my chest 25/8/00 —...
