michael farrell


a pleasure & a

torture courtesan in me a

snake with enviable bells

of culture dried

thing in

that reputation beg

ging noticed avoided wearing

comfortable guarantee & forced to

currency of drink to the winds would you come

gold & layered pro

gramming which a essence a

sailors fleet our liabili

ty the sun repeats a scene

as a measure they die tall

godlike figures of nothing ness

the bot

tle finding your childs forgotten

standing inde in front finite are now

raised memo black ries

skirt lip board & spice


museum of mildness & closure guy

a degree of review a hole taken in

in a fence the mouth nice e

nough place scouring the retired

s e x streets practicalities an emp

ty the version scared train

station unattractive a

name looks good in

the ocean from behind follo

wing whats inarticulate we get so

phisticated long & agree

that when a bonfire formali

sms influ the blue goes

ence charm & if his

jeans are turned feet toward

pretence he arent we the too sweet re

al thoughts of marjan rozanc thing

on keeping michelangelo distrac

ted going solving my bath

in a red milk taxi

ta foaming o the glass ver


the endurable hey mysteries

latents felons come to how

the long

evenings the dj or

the wet his song on by definiti

on unfree no mor

ning rocks merely bodied without

them crack & a feeling of

texture swallows safety pregnant yet

looking to annoy the cinna

mon promise the mountains mascu

linity veering west the short of its

the one who sells irons breaks through

the still window ac

cepting a need the commis

sion keeps growing

machines in trust in grease they seem hun

gry dreds time to like chooks with one claws debt

guilt fell swoop turn & wha

tevers in me

troubled in kee

pers corners of the faith in excess