by Andy Jackson
that’s enough now
    I’ve had                      if there is
standing in front of mirrors                         only here there is
breathing in and holding             the way skin breathes
lift that leg                                              thoughtless
wait here and read this                     I would
questionless                                       bury my head in air
(dare I say it) for us
everyone (else) an expert                 there’s no need
for signs
that’s enough                         thought
seriously                              weighs on us from the inside
forty five years
medicalised              shame
wrong                       each appearance another layer
I     can’t     tell     you
heart a fist
what pushes me                                            seed or ceding
onto the ceiling                         decay
to watch                                                        and mulch
if IÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â if there is
could be unre mar kable                           anything but being
something burnt on
tested                                                                         the memory
under machines                                let me be
not yet enough                                  enough
not quite here
brought                                               this territory six feet high
to a small point                                                         and infinitely
a meeting of axes                                                      defect ive
in the cavity of the chest
I would bury
pleas                                       these feet     in earth
know I’m unkn own
these                          ruins to be
failures                       tenderly sketched or
what gift                                                                  held
so me one