Copy. A daily-ish poem sequence, sequel to Issue ( Comments/Contact:

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Early Warning Signs:
"I bet you
poked little kittens

in the eye
& shit."

Friday, September 15, 2006

Pointless missiles! Possessive
in the best
sense. Looks much

like an air-
brushed youth himself,
strictly speaking. Heir

to the whole
fixed panoply. 'Just
who will be

the next prime
monkey?' Mass appeal
denied all over

the world. The
fell arrival. Beaten
drum appropriate at

all times. 'At
once meaning and

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

A glitch, a
gripe, a return.
What comes next?

Its content? Rotton
or rewarding? The
blockade crumbled as

you were watching.
You, here, includes
I; I inhabits

you; inhibits you.
Nouns renounce identity
and suffer.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Fobbed reassurance grates
and reassures. 'What
our cameras did

next.' The fallen
idle: what the
rich & famous

do - and did -
and what it
means to you.

'A first for
the region and
the state.' 'I

don't imagine I