this is a poem i wrote with the help of a couple of cats i know – pecan and jack – ah man i defy you not to weep from word 1

warne

so bad i want you

warney when you go away

i lose all my reference points

even michael hussey has lost all

meaning and technique

is all im left with running thr

ough my routines with something far

more complex than dedication now now

youre gone warney howm i

sposed to live without you each thought

of you is a lightning strike

that turns another organ to dust fl

ashing eyes glinting gabana studs n teeth

make constellations in the imaginary

everything hitherto

reals nebulous

you riddle history with bullets

and leave

nothing but

the hope of a comeback

i

need to see your thick fingers

flickin the sky again

and again my love

will not wane