Poems by Elliot Harley McKenzie

Ordered by most recent inclusion in Tarot

The summer was perfect
Sprays floating on the breeze
coins of light on the sidewalk.

Luck, a two toed creature
knocked twice and twice again.
Skulls peered through plants
& nursed fears of abandonment.

We made love and slept in the car.
Cracks and buckles of sand fussed
lush with head high grasses
luminescent against the sun.

There was a rich picture
on the wind.
I want it more than anything.

Great golden gourds
you pick among the bruised stone fruit
with juices leaking onto plastic
i’m coming up with more and more creative ways to contact you.

I’ll speak your name three times into my dirty laundry
& you’ll hear my voice coming from yours.
From beaches to hollow peaks,
reach wildly, tearing out lichens and scrub

the fang has found the helpless flesh
the feathered form slumps in a death rattle
faces frozen in uncanny snarls
meat sluicing from bone with a wet chewing sound.

a basket of rotting figs on your doorstep
a fish on ice speaks
what was it all for?
milky eyes staring at the fluorescent lights.

I want to sink warmly & whiplike into a honey-filled estuary,
for the tide to turn and take me out to sea
& for my ex lover to die of dysentery.

I want to sink naked into the aching shape of you
merging our flesh in white hot fury………
a fusion of perfect rage swimming through smoking thickets
grass wilting in our wake

I want to sink always into barbed evolution &
dress my heart
in shrewd, briny restrictions
slowly ticking over
like a computer working on updates

I’m a medusoid fungus, a spiralling
line of siphonophores………
king of the pelagic zone

restless phenotypes betray a wearied mitosis
you kiss my inbox and I swoon like a swan-diving shag………

muscled with tentacular seaweed
wild and earnest
as our predecessors
the scaremongering enormity of
a sex – changing fish………

Like the kobudai wrasse
I battle in buck toothed glory
for my spawning rights………

reeling in the ultraconservative
fuckers and bashing their
heads in with the butt of my knife

I want to float like scum in a tidepool,
infinite, romantic………

splashing bright yellow cleaner in the toilet bowl
I scrub……… & i think of you