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The Sassoon Collection

The Sassoon Collection i. Everyone sang while I fell asleep voices wailing around the house thud of feet and slam of doors everyone singing only the clocks wind down around this small room no sense of the hour crowded with lemonade breath high-pitched voices like hounds in pain as clouds hover over my eyes fighting [...]

compulsive

compulsive serious itching – Zumwalt(2012)

The Sassoon Collection: x. Particle Show

The Sassoon Collection x. Particle Show AND still they come and go: and this is all I know— That from the mind I watch an endless particle-show, Where wild and listless forces flicker on their way, With charged and uncharged parts from small stringy strands Because all spin so fast, and they’ve no place to [...]

The Sassoon Collection: iii. Blonde

The Sassoon Collection iii. Blonde Her head-weak thoughts that once eagerly gave way to looks that leapt sure from eye to brain and into heart, Weaving unconscious promises of love, Are now thrust outward, dangerously heard from lips to air. And he who has watched one world and loved it all, Star-struck with blindness, an [...]

The Sassoon Collection: viii. Middle Age

The Sassoon Collection viii. Middle Age I heard a creak, and a groan And felt a twinge of wooden pain A man running in a crowd Deep in its shadow he moved. ‘Ugly work!’ thought I, Gasping for breath. ‘Time must be cruel and proud, ‘Tearing down this body.’ With gutsy glimmering shone my dignity [...]

The Sassoon Collection: vi. The imperfect cook

The Sassoon Collection vi. The imperfect cook I never ordered something to be perfect, Though often I’ve asked for fiery spicy or without sugar as a small invasion Of mastering cooking. I never asked that your dishes Might stand, unburnt, moist and savory Pointing the way toward gastronomical peaks like a sign-post. Oh yes, I [...]

The relay

The relay I know I must, but how, I ask; I must understand that of which to ponder.                   Action waits for thought,                   and thought seems far away;                   action is distrusting. Is it this or that; how does this impact that, how does that get impacted?          Action’s fate depends on thought;          if thought runs too far [...]

The Sassoon Collection: iv. Butter and Eggs

The Sassoon Collection iv. Butter and eggs Robust diners, deftly forking in the fat. O no longer living triglycerides against the heedless tongue Of buffet and banquet days, what sends them gliding through This set of dancing teeth? Theirs are the hungry cadences between The enraptured chewing of hefty humans that make Heaven in the [...]

The ball is in our courts

The ball is in our courts The shirts press the skins looking for the turnover. The skins set screens to break the press and force overtime. The two teams play without arena staff, relying on unknown referees, the crowd locked out of the building. It is a territorial sport that knows no season and cares little about the [...]

The Handcuff King

The Handcuff King Escape pays for now: suspend me upside down; lock glass and steel; fill fully; water flowing over. But if my escapes entertains, understand that it is my existence. I can handle building-size milk cans, Chinese water torture cells, underwater crates and being buried alive. Faced with flight or forced-fight, the choice is [...]

There is no “i” in Phalanx

There is no “i” in Phalanx Across calescent karstic plains, attentive, observant, at walking pace, searching for a more than suitable place to play these noble and momentous games, purposely, resolutely stopping at this very ground we converge and then assemble in formation deliberately aligning and establishing our corresponding location shields brought up and eyes [...]

The Sassoon Collection: vii. The Manager

The Sassoon Collection vii. The Manager ‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the well-rested manager said When we worked through the night to finish on time the urgent assignment he failed to review and release until late afternoon. And we mock his insincerity as a matter of routine: ‘I work for you’, ‘What can I do to help you [...]

The Sassoon Collection: ii. A pickle and a black hole

The Sassoon Collection ii. A pickle and a black hole Mass and form had the pickle, sweet, sour, tall and straight; The round black hole collapsing still further then it knew Made its longest shadow with gravity A ghostly bridge ’twixt the pickle and space. But stars, with their continuous day, must pass; And blustering [...]

The Sassoon Collection: v. Auto Tunes

The Sassoon Collection v. Auto Tunes I keep such music in my car No din this side of death can quell; Deep bass booming over tar, And excess forged in death-metal hell. My dreaming demons will not hear The roar of guns that would destroy My life that no gleeful gloom can fear Proud-surging passages of painful joy. To [...]

Trade

Trade It’s a fair trade. Food for fuel. Convert all our corn. Add the amylase enzyme gene. Food for fuel. It’s a fair trade. Forests for Food. Switch soya for corn. Make Brazil a giant farm. Forests for Food. Prices are right for fuel and food. Step up production: More fuel, more carbon in the [...]