POETRY

page of the month

rejoice in the dog

millennium maggot

dispatches from the war against the world

albanian poems

french poems

the hells
going on

suicide for
non-beginners

book disease

foreground
trouble

the transcendental hotel

cinema of the blind

lament of the earth mother

uranian poems

haiku by okami

haiku on the edge

black hole of your heart

jung's motel

vasko popa

BETWEEN POETRY AND PROSE

maxims

PROSE

houses for the dead

womb of half-fogged mirrors

overcoming tourism

anti-fairy tales

this sorry scheme of things

satan in the groin

irish genius

egregious.org

Poems by

Andi Garwood

from

FEARFUL SYMMETRY

published 1996

SOMEONE JUST DIED

I know many unemployed drunks.
All pick dust from their teeth
combing roses from their hair.
They meet on weekends
and squeeze cider-sweat into village ponds.
Between you and me, none
of them feels safe with a gun.

I know many employed shits.
All of them dance fully-clothed,
slipping from cracked mirrors and
shaking rats from their sleeves.
They meet on evenings and grit
slime-slicked teeth at each other.
between you and me,
none of them looks right with a bottle.

TODAY I HAD A STOMACH UPSET

Lightning-ball of fire,
Time burning, sweaty sheets,
Rose-gardens washed in seagull-shit
Today I had a stomach upset
and was importuned about the noise
my hamster makes

I need a joint
I'm leaving

I have no light
Except the inner flame.

FORTUNE BREATH
OF AFTERNOON

Don't we shine ?
Constellations…

There were more of us before
Weird rescued spirits
drawn from a spiral star

Black and bloody jelly eye cream tongue
squeezing through the gap

a cry wakes me from the poor man's slumber

There are blind buffalo outside my window
Down there on the pavement
Two children run around laughing
with a large red see-saw
in their arms.

Children.
Don't they shine ?
Constellations….

SOFT SHOE SHUFFLE

Because the mortal coil
of Earth is ravelling

We reach deep into
each other's pockets
to buy the next round.