Sunday, 20 July 2014

Wednesday the 16th of July

Radio switched on and switched off and switched on again

They were on the beach when it happened
and when I heard I laughed (I laughed)

and then has-been lips make a reddish ring
and eyes are see through soft with chemic trembling

Some people (it is said) do like to watch

What is that colour of sky

imagined a tape full of Jesus songs chewed up

This is the ersatz me in the kitchen

It is too hot

There were four of them playing on the beach when

I want it to stop

Saturday, 12 July 2014

A gift is difficult

Wasps dipped white in the knotweed cups and
drunk on it suspended glue slow  Remember?
Severn was near to brim  What were we then?
Still putting the scaffolding up  En famille or

House full of KRSNA consciousness (whatever
that is)  Her face astir a star painted on  Gull
at the turkey bone  Largeness with eyes for cuts

We're nearing everybody's disaster  This year's
bramble flowers being bigger and blush infected
We're not pretending

There were nuns here once that got too old

Pins and needles around eye's throat  Sweat
horror of metaphor goes and flutters  Eczema
coat put on  A boy before in park by pool of
fidgety light  Light in a bundle now cornered

How the trees do grow getting sexual again

I have your plastic woven bracelet on

Saturday, 5 July 2014

Down below

Red gone to pink carnations upside down from the floor.
Some kid fucking up a car outside. Softening dusk.
Oboes are sadness or curtains for somebody or
Not knowing or a swallowed duck. Dusk almost gone.

Killing the tiny moths and then the dust smudge on palm remorse.
Feast days don't happen any more. Won't taste the paper wafers again.
"I said Hello Duncan three times. Yes. And you didn't answer. No".
Piano's lidded teeth are not chattering.

Bad gift body is something I almost love today.
This and that is so: a woollen bear; the plait demand (she bit
My hand). Peeling heel skin. What am I coming down to?

Saturday, 28 June 2014


rose head drops
and taps the
piano wood:

mouthful of sound

Feet ache
with their bleach film
naked and
out of Sun

grass shrinks
and darkens in the yard

Do love the green
and unbelieving chestnut leaves

Insolent guitar
turns face away

a breath upstairs
where she

tucks up sleep
in her arms

Think on
the delicate
neck of bird

Worm makes
a circle and waits

Saturday, 21 June 2014

My own way home

It isn't a wilderness
with this edged river
of diluted vitriol

Rough kids' feet
dip in

At the bridge
nun in mufti
tries to smile

What are tiny crushed-face dogs for?



reg stitching

tick tock

Jasmine sex
trails about
the physics block

Not starts but
pristine befores

These are the clean
and legitimate boys and girls

Non-joke looks are key shaped
as in in

This one's crying herself
to raw peeled face

Muirhead Tower done up
to neutered politesse

Way back when the glass sheets fell
cutting up silly ways (so they said)

Godlike I ride a Raleigh Ace (steel framed)
red as lid shy sunburnt eyes

Let the hunch back lecturer be
a marker for pre-ended history

A hole in the fence is one way through
figured with
memo ghosts

and insect thick
and lovely dark

Saturday, 14 June 2014

All ears

Foxes make baby pain sounds

Cat with thorny penis weeping too

unfurled musk tendrils

Love is a tight face

I don't want these animal adventures
bared little teeth and hid little bones

The shakes are somewhere in me

Sleeping people
just keep
their mouths and eyes shut

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Bus note 96

Her forget-me-not shirt
gets sticky in breaking rain.
        Lattices of scars
        on lower arms
and rush job star scratches
on loose hung cheek:
        skin book
        of harm.
Dragonfly tattoo
looks penned on
with wrong hand
in thick vein blue.
        Steam fills
        in lenses.
The wet makes
red bare places.