the sundown hot rocks

Sometimes when I want to feel the weight of metal crushing bone
when the ambers up & I'm alone, my skulls observing their ways home
theres a man in a parked car pushing his face into a candy bar
my drilled walls have their imperfections, like each alone has his obsessions
you're just a sweating image on wooden floorboards too far away to see me sigh

Hear water sneaks through, I've got to let it in
& step back to watch you walk that road rubbed underfoot
& the places where they skin you & leave hot rocks inside
& where they taste you & judge you & you feel alive
& where the sun goes down different every sky
I just want to be in those places at one time
close enough to hear you sigh.

man/otter/boy

While you are in the kitchen I am wide eyed sleeping
on another plane I feel you walking in me

there’s a ticking at the window
and cars crash on the outside
but we’re inside my head
You are drinking up the goats milk
filling up that white glass

but I can’t leave the bed

there’s familiarity in all our foreign fixtures

the salt gets into me & seagulls call their sisters

outside dark that knows us both
we get scared under our coats
but waters in our ears

The ride will rub it off us
and jump into a steamy
mist to disappear

You are close to me and features all go fuzzy
sometimes you cant see, this book is oh so muddy

the otter rubs his whiskers

deep into her body

and she is fully dressed
with every bit of happy
he slaps at a mosquito
her blood is all that’s left

“Spill some more red wine, you’ve got to use your poncho”
Look up at the sky and see the washing floating

I just love this game
I go insane
but I was unprepared

lets get out into the big world
and lets put on a show girl
cause we don’t fit in here.

fast poetry

touch the paintings which shift into colours

and theres tiles this place is ugly and bare

we live without water

but we are water

and the stink wafts ugly and black

like a cloud but our heads are outside

we belong in these forests

these forests of life

who protect us

with their limbs

but we go for the future

recklessly wandering the cities

without emotion

numbly floating

to a destination outside our hearts

sexually following a state of emergency

our ears explode

to an ocean which calls us in

to protect

what exists in these heads

is more or less the same

why do they move the way they do

these little cities

powering inside our brains

so much in the dark

with no violins playing

anymore.

no music to build suspense

just some silence

which spins figures in the sky.

ourmarbles

There’s a short circuit

Of this brain extract

Don’t fight colour

Or break those fists

On the hard white walls
I took your nerves out
of your cracked skull

They looked like marbles

Pale and candy insides
I threw them to the roadside

That click that brakes in you
It brakes in me too
So let it rupture coloured creed
Let us climb these trees

and run from time
hand in hand, foot by foot

Goodbye

Write yourself a song about the beats,
the beats that eats the ends of you
that play in your brain a soundtrack insane
but oh so delicious my darling.

Then run a bath that puts the colour in skin
that bath you can’t begin to step in
that you disappear to wet fire within

But oh so delicious my darling

That sacred place, it finds you
and in your sleep rewinds you

That sacred place, it finds you.
and in your peace, combines you

Just that the skies are grey
and the toes are warm

you’re  a beat on the breeze
I’m a moment in freeze
The people jut from the landscapes
they are tiny fungi’s of every colour
the grass lives and heart beats
in earth below me
it fills my cup of energy
and I WANT WANT WANT.

El Tiempo de Verano

Toqué en la universidad por unos Mexicanos hoy en Guadalajara.
Played in the university for a few Mexicans today in Guadalajara.

Summertime

"...y conocer y aprender Espanol, No se, como que, no tenia... no tengo eposo, no tengo hijos, no tengo un curso de universidad, asi que, ahora estoy independente y quiero usar este tiempo que puede ser que no lo voy a hacer en otro parte de mi vida"

"... and to know & learn Spanish. I don't know, like, I didn't have.. I don't have a husband, I don't have children, I don't have a university course. And so, now I am independent and I want to use this time that perhaps I am not going to do it in another part of my life"

Chichiriviche

They take in beer like breathing air

the waters wake at ocean edge

ladrones jump from bridge to bridge

to catch them unawares

questions in the calle, lips

offering some ridings round

a twinkle of a finger flicked

a secret worried frown

we wait our bodies bleached in brown

like fat worms along the ground

for them to rob fat wallets and

fat screams begin to sound

The innocent riches rob our roads

the seas of costly crustaceans

they rape the rubbish off our backs

and cheat the cream from crayfish

The sun conceals a sticky sombra

the sand obscures a glass

the birds fly joining catted claws
domestics in the dark

Mountain Pokey

In the depths of the colombian mountains,

fertile greens & country limbs

a bus drops down a danger ridge

a cedar coffee brims

the words wag out of racist things

& crusty brakes of buses ring

Into the town we creatures rumble

sophisticated sexualities mingle

We watch the coloured cookies crumble

inside the local pokeys

these people caged in an exhibit

the lions for the show

“Watch them prowl & run around,

they don’t even know”

But they’re kept tight on the schedule

of the local casino

They like to see the pictures buzzing past

its a kind of therapy

that golden handle dropping down

that shiny chime of glee

their eyes wide open, fast asleep

their fatty wallets full

it all goes in without a doubt

“We’ve really got them fooled”

They think that they are gonna win

it makes them think they do

they spend their week away in there

They spend their pockets too

And outside the world is living things

and bird & bug & air

but now we’ve trained their minds to think

they really just don’t care.

We watch the people of our countries

line up in this parade

we sell their stories to the past

for a fine stockade

They were our friends & family

They were our neighbours too

but now we’ve moved away from there

with money from the zoo

They aren’t too much like humans now

they don’t eat much or sleep

They leave their kids alone at home

they wander just like sheep

so my conscience doesn’t bother me

nor the money in my purse

for Im an addict just like them
but I got to it first.

The Humanos Solos

I’m an explosion of histories

which shape a mind

I’m a series of colours

of which these lights remove blind

I’m the sensation of a series

rushing like a highway

to the summit of a person

an orchestra who’s been trapped to play

he’s a master of his fingers

who fashions a world of wood

to bring these creatures out from deep in dark

to be madly understood

he’s a symphony of which every noise

is placed at careful cree

each instrument that struck a note

he knew was meant to be

and there are different clouds from which we change

the earth crumbling beneath

when we jump from eye to eye

we taste moulded beliefs

& these roads escape each other

or quickly intertwine

for we are really solos
whose waters sometimes combine

Routa Ecuadoriana

Crossed Casas

The sunny shores

beckon my brain

though I am at the beach

the waving winds

awake the aussie gums in me

though gums grow great & grey

the skies are a window

to those perfect painted afternoons

but here the sun sets over the ocean

and the dogs who roam fleabitten

are a totem to a curly haired beast

who here the canines need more love

And my Argentine family

how they swell up memories of home

beer in hand.

Hitchin’

Yellow feet left a mark in the middle

A history re-written mechanically

& us with heavy plumage

are fat in the back

the oxygen overwhelmes

and we are painted crazies by the wind

An outstretched thumb

brings our backsides to the seat

The seat - he changes skins

& tongues.

A cobbled plastic plate

at times a feather futon

or the jumpin’ metal of a beaten brown box

And here inside the film we flash
present in the pictures.

With eyes for the night

we take flight

and over the cementary of our dreams

we explode into our purble cartons

they cant see us when were ghosts

I can imagine us

socks off

crawling through the mud of danger

dressed in aggressive grinnings

with the battle birds singing overhead

and then I can see him.

He’s bringing menace to the bed

a drunken swim to thick air

and the breath of a beast

of smoke & far off coffee fields

where the sand scrubs beneath our bodies

a distaste from the cats mouth

his back arches in anxiety

we prepare...

step back...

lift up...

and blast the this ancient glass in all directions to escape into cloud folds

we sink in deep
greeting sleep.

Brain Cricketings

There are crickets snapping in my brain

& you cant hear them

I describe them to you but sometimes

you can only see their legs.

You dont notice that I am not here.

and you dont love the mystery of where I belong to - the earth

I belong to a skin & this mud on my feet is me too

And that cricket clicks his tongue with beautiful menace.

You put your ear to my head and hear

nothing,

but the beetles inside your own head

and I can see their faces

but they never look at mine.

Love is a word said too often

from the lips of others
but with you its real.

Cobweb love

Look into the abyss of my head

jump right in lets not pretend

to be in the right direction

for we are lost

tangled in each others hair

cobwebs of a thought.

and to feel these fingerprints

caminando

on these dewy spines

im arched

your a shadow in me now

following the feeling

of a letter written in your eyelids

your a symptom of my disease

and i’m the asphalt on which you walk

you watch this skin melt & shift

and i watch voices in your head while they talk

saliva exchange

is an impulsive butterfly

which wakes up my brain

and deep down she flies

to the heart of the dark

where we feel things unreligious

and your the wet pine needles in the forest

which dirty my toes

rotten natural histories are us

To want you like no other

Food, sleep, water

they come after

the thirst for your skin

or hunger for that sweated smell

tired for lack of

these colours paint in me

a poetry

grey & silken

to see a tunnel inside your brain.

cerebral patterns go north

to a new white world

where the light is made transparent

a million pixels alive

vibrating & assaulting one & other

like this bed

changes me

folding into you

till these animals are one form

La cocina viajera del oso y el zorro / The travelling kitchen of the bear and the fox

We sold Indian food in Buenos Aires in our early days in Argentina, here we document some of that story in snippets of video.

lenguas raras

these tongues who mutter foreign words

and lick the insides of my mouth

insight the madness fresh

to every breath

i tie i thought

inflating, infiltrating

like the smoke which wanders sensual

rubbing it’s fingers through air

whose voices transfer

like birds on a breeze

arises the cafe from behind

the nerves light up

fluorescent buttons

detecting vibrations
electrifying our skins