two by two


for Patrida Blake & Leighton Craig


with your ear

pressed to a bovine temple

you transcribe the message

from the hammer

enamel circles

that fall into

what they fell

out of →

(pupils) gamma-red

offer two corneas from one eclipse

before it inhales itself

as a squared shadow

listing like a glass boat

yet to be built in a dream

yet to be slept is our ark

waiting for its enigmatic parade

of colour & consciousness

two by two

the flesh on this surface is memory

distinct from its inoculation of the senses

touch dispersed at this distance

is always recorded is always there

to harden bones in unknown meditations

in lush licks of the brush

the father is painted into the picture

and out of sight

in this small university

layered green with insights

we muster silence to intone its forms

but it can only point

to where we stand

even the thoughts of others

remain as self portraits

of ourselves

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for Lincoln Austin


we were shown the bones

of a 20ft diamond


how something

could be born into →

yet orphaned from ←

its own light


a cage turned inside out

like the shirt of a geometric god

offers its freedom for yours


even stones wilt at this angle


mirrors all teeth in your reflection


safety in the radiance of its core

that blinks the lost language

of a diving bell without water


we trust in what we see

only until it sees us


our personal horizons

neatly coiled in a drawer

before one swallows the key

belonging to the other


your smiling head

on its quantum pillow

itself asleep in fluid dimensions

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the Lucien Freud portrait

of Klaus Kinski


a few extra pounds


hair the glare-grey

of morning fog


his skin

covered in arguments

instead of tattoos


his crazy stare

might escape the skull

with a knotted bed sheet



powder blue eyes

preserved as cufflinks

buttoned back through the lids

before burial

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