Sunday, 3 November 2019

Shape Moves

Face-to red flowers below the eyes
       This fine crow trod a square to fit

lambent feels

  Thin lizard of autumn coils at feet
           and you held your breath still
        then couldn’t say

   A danced round with a pivot
        plumb dropt from who knows where

All the wrecked boom patterns in the dark

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

Working the Plot

                       Breathe out a helix

        a splintered mirror with mare's tail fingering              stones

     and the stones put together in happened fields

              against figures        painted with cold

          rich children laughing behind the orchards

             You blew out a bubble

                              and it hung on a split lip

     Ivy weaving
     all along
     where I do dig

         "I remember

                        that tiny heart going at it".


Sunday, 29 September 2019

Portrait 14

Can you hear the feet tempi
     Cut and play rage       slam the chair

              Who coughed up a prism
         after rain

     that tired let one hand drop
                        and heat feathers eyes' edge

          Shout sequences

               and each chance to cop a feel
      then walleyed again

                      with stammered head cassette asleeping

Sunday, 22 September 2019

Made points

Shards glint
Moss drowses

Watch the smile slide off from vertices

Ash spasms in blue air a.m.

The root system lurks hid
As grass clumps hunker

Where there was a path a path was
Embers where

Rings of crinkled growth leaf sungen
And the noon brays cloudless

Empty teeth with arcs awry

One box with a cross on it was broke

The loam blown and gone all blown away

Saturday, 31 August 2019

Out Breath of Entry

       then the carbon smears and
cracked integers     

the heel's drained face

Lump hammer asleep under smashed ply pile

   Her ashes cheek writes home about

all crayoned clouds in the lung branches
        so that today's song can get off pianissimo


Sunday, 21 July 2019


The cloud on the hydrangea stem is viscous
Shows in the water as blame

She holds the tone too long
And I get hid

Broke petals
with an almost steady pitch

Pick at a scab and make
The topography

So singing leaves you lightheaded
With bright folds

The breath of evaporating need
From the back of the throat

What counts or who
(And the rest)

Sunday, 16 June 2019

Omega Blocking Pattern


Thrown off umbrella cups
with sheer spines out

Vast motherer in bronze
by Women's Hospital

Shot with darts of care
unfiltered, you

Look: wet paper leaves
in sure play heaps

hand to the door and the beams
and the snug joints

I'm 40 to 50 years old

Shrunk girl with pebble specs
swigs pepsi max
and stares me out

Back there white beard
of holy so of swallowed up
allegiances of mass of melton cloth

Each cloaca mouth ajar

Bright nausea of Summer linden sperm

Each alternator mouth


The siren sounded
maybe from the Heath
and his face paled

We got infected too

Radiant stems in the brain folds

In given minutes splinters reshape veins

Clicking in and closing

Worm spectres swim
the retinas

Song sung unthinkingly
till the humid minim breath