sean burn
gowke-meat
               (inspired by john giorno's welcoming the flowers)
sean burn's vispo exhibition still alone in her voices about hearing voices ran in newcastle, england until the end of may and is now touring. his third full volume of poetry is that a bruise or a tattoo? is still available from www.shearsman.com/browse-poetry-books-by-author-sean-burn.
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gowke-meat
               (inspired by john giorno's welcoming the flowers)
been the longest day is the shortest night here in st leningrad happiest before (i) born burn brunt my youngest having felled me previous vie vial velocity bro/sis like 1991 meeting in rainblow yu having just died again the dub hyper its run whelp run far beyond th'ozone where stars busy being born are busy dying the tear-dropped eye minarets minor threat minimise regrets they auto-tune the chants sell shares in wolves eat assault rifles & smart-water while electric cablings spun from here to jarrow no taiga on the metro but then we're losing it like hell across siberia leonid brezhnev breast-boning my carriage now - he's looking tanned the 47 kinds ov kalashnikov imprinted white on black across his back eyebrows beetling bloodclots & sunspots yr meat & yes i'm all knife together we padlock(ed) our kin-doms rage rage/d raging brakes calling to steel a gaggle ov geese storms & winter palaces a gag ov release rowds ov wd-be lenins the securitat/e ov bees historys a long way down & the light dont go hand in hand w/ yu my frost pea(r)led g/love daughter/son bridging archaos to our-chaos the circus willing legs open theres a reason why election rhymes w/ erection who's the next feeble prick to lead these nations ov(er) the edge? discus/s decease desist art ov pain nailing this in the banned & bannered five year since next door that ninety-two year old sang last (for) her supper she watered the oxalis we didn't hear her fall never asked her name fleeing the violence ov byker took those plants from that shared landing now to have oxalis spread our yard us fresh outov sun scream-a-ream paper/s the airwaves clogged in over-static & muscled memory coming on strong when they print yu died i yell s/he lived apes baring teeth may mean war we knuckle-walk our ways to oblivion my fiend my friend generation on gen knuckle-walling end to end no end troika but arterial arias riffs ov & riffs off carrier-bag for face a carrier-bag over face to kill so tender hold life prior yu slew me previous wish i had killed more as teen done time got therapy gone clean out & redeem i die/d for yu w/ regularity yu die/d for me once upon up on lyric lack the clack upturn the urn tongue ash back to flesh leash least un- we lived i live again yu to breathe my scent as walking past why i sniff all-comers my wish outta this mission-creep keep klept yu alive the world not here (to) make us laugh counterfeiting quadrilles my oxalis-feral live far from life not the slow death ov days that choke-hold fade barren behind bars forgive forge forgo i have run the labyrinths ov mind ov mine off-mine know/n such rage this relentless keeping (ov) time that brine ov artery & eye to cut a soldier into pieces - this we know vlad putins surf birthing bright balaclava galleries the knitting together ov narratives gun down another & the nazis ov pegida threaten our st stalingrad w/ their first march these shores but my heart-attack means i'm not well enough to counter-demon-strate the dogs we are dogs we were so much punched meat snuck bones marrow? not i cock robin not i this face yu see is petalled nervosa no-one applies rouge to/o petty & pretty yr petticoats in dew petals seeping thru & true bottle thrown empty to infinite tides some messaging! runaway runways run & a-ways-down the track dont look back dont look back yr ribs on the outside nib on the out & out whose getting who hacked? my oxalis-feral aka wood sorrel wood sour sour trefoil stickwort fairy bells hallelujah cuckoos sorrow gowke-meat surelle three-leaved grass stubwort seamsog sour suds sour sabs sour grabs wood shamrock - such girthed prosody across ages ov mx at this panopticon traffic(ked) lights triage flowers poppies for pain pansies for love gladioli for lusts-fullness a flower is life sentence but what alive! ligatures & legislatures dont walk talk baulk dont bloody off f(l)ight is body emptying as breath my youngest that wo/man felling me previous falling me now my tongue meeting yrs tongue-greeting yrs every time the first each time the last blast next breath march on w/ un/vital signs until theres no more air then stayed & swayed d.n.r. & all that 'care' pathwaying signing singing & ov & off su-gared flowers - translucent in their shirt box nested down from that high shelf for specials top sheet baking paper removed to be offered this box ov brights cowslip primrose daisy sea-pink lavender violet popping wee dreams to tongues tip & detonating the dissolve tire ov breastfeed bro/sis & repeatedly being called chicken shriek who will feast on my bones? who will feast my bones? babi yaga throws back spit rollies flicked roll up roll up news whacked behind knees one headlie doled per day (the) long term wounds - anuses ov honeysuckle - arterial fuchsia - anemones amuse-bouche blade reflects rage at losing the light & forever severs downtime why someone walks past snaps off living tree snaps off gratuitously that woody sapling snaps that stripling severs that living whole lifetimes lifelines over & my rage such i wd piss razor-wire rather than forgive what they do negation negev negotiate go to death willingly the world furrows the word furrows theyre up late selling the merch march maul hauling the laugh empty empty empty at least film lighters ash light us & light as ash breathe in old flame half a lung ov smoke daily heavy as burn tha'sweat razoring heave & bereaved sense census sentence & mine - all in bloom rip the piss its no thorn off blood oh bread & bone rose bred ov horned blows rembetika coursing veins spring after spring (&) after noise outov song weapon outov noise that bouquet ov cudgellings cudgel sings dont relax the grip suck on fire starve oxygen how (i) ate & breathed fire never walked on or thru or w/ fire meadows ov england that betrayed us moors ov scotland that tried hills o'wales that never did scrub & heath & dune-wild w/ pyramidal orchid bee orchid bog orchid marsh orchid spotted orchid tucking lavender into scrunch ov muslin winding orange ribbon around its neck placing this confection under wee-sisters pillow a whisper to be found she wz orange-robed warrior until generations felled & then that ninety-two they come & go so many skeleton key changes & so bellows lear in his meadow crowned w/ rank fumiter & furrow-weeds w/ burdocks hemlock nettles cuckoo-flowers darnel & all the idle weeds that grow in our sustaining corn welcome nasturtium impatient to grow the growling briar the howling potato outing plastic compost bin the night-scented stocks fuelling heads & hard-wons & down-low the fruit hangs tattoo blown below left eye family name high on neckline skewer that much march on carcass caress careening always fought this way? lifetime after life? thirst for yu to squat over the knot - my heart are yu my eyes? yu (on) my lips? yu are my heart & my heat call me stone - hey stone ... - what yu thinking stone? - dont cry stone - stone dont ... - yr not alone stone snowdrops for hope clover for luck whole armfuls cuckoo-pint remembrances locked & goading the pull-along c(l)ock docket racketing h/ours ov gag-reflex sea-pinks the city i am the sand manufactured yr mirror yr silver too a sliver ov beach bleach leached kith kin & rift nesting boxes in wwi razzle-dazzle camouflage so much mute ink yesterdays crutch wz on the left todays on the right last night to overhear where is empire? or wz it where the beer? neither deserving their standing ovation but legalise psilocybin do write raves on the drumhead ov thistle spreading down inexorable while that virus ov cctv scatters rain is scattered in turn needs sweet razoring the loving pyre our elusive wreath half i made made love to fucked w/ a galliard ov skins all the madnesses run run out & at last willingly to lay down my head torn as smoke on yr bro/sis chest have closed eyes at 80 mph slit my arms till they swarmed rather than ran sat at the edge crowd below screaming jump i'm no entertainer am still survived have never known my blood group tree fades charcoal all thats left - dark stain ov root rout booting to die in bed or die fighting is that our choice? kiss each & every cawbie pluck at mine barbwire eyes wreathe self around mist dare to outstare sky cries readily & at length spider lily to burn this off is more than i can to hear yu turn the page smudge the thru-line the true-line the dance stops we must return home its all just footwork footwork & slaves be brave to the end bend abrasions mend concussions all trajectories sweet ganging-up on language gorge gorgeous goring re-order these bones rewrite neural pathways & watch (to) the moon daughter/son balling flight flower is foxglove a heart-shock bailing faerie-shoes exultant in woods & on the hills & moors teach me smile & at long last spontaneous combust bed down to ash shed light await the next which isn’t emptied naked cold but bold in nurturing ever-root ever-rooting ravage ravish rave flowers / lovers - children all
sean burn's vispo exhibition still alone in her voices about hearing voices ran in newcastle, england until the end of may and is now touring. his third full volume of poetry is that a bruise or a tattoo? is still available from www.shearsman.com/browse-poetry-books-by-author-sean-burn.
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