the beginning

This blog is dedicated to my good friend Eric Andre Fourier

(11 July 1983 - 6 May 2008).

here in the dark gaping pocket
of an irish country storm
stand nude black trees
with all of their secrets

a cheerless, beautiful rain crumbles all over
wailing fragments of dead leaves
you are everywhere and nowhere at all
i cry like a sonata
snot pouring and a wet cigarette

you are in the light
in the bright monstrous moon

drumming your feathery fingers on my heart
cracking my lobster shell
i can hear you now, saying
‘go home and you will find me’

home is the old radiator inside of me
cracking and banging and hot

its thick fingers of steam

reaching towards a bright open window