Saturday 25 January 2014

Bus note 87

        He taps sums
        into a fat calculator;
closed face
with vague beard growth.
        Monotony of sky outside.
The cold has been
humiliating.
        Step off and shiver
        and be unprepared.

Saturday 18 January 2014

Bus note 86

He makes another window
in the misted over window.
        Objects show
        their particular get up there.
Thinking about 
sacred stroke profane until
        Hairline itch
        at eye's rim
        full stops
and then on we go.

Saturday 11 January 2014

Going along

Gasometers are
singing down
from the Fort

road grease   nausea

dust piles and perimeter scrub
and crows at belltower vents

brittle insides

Language folded up too much

Me is a box of imaginary meat

maybe hole

unshaded


Saturday 4 January 2014

Bus note 85

Two dents in large pink head.
        Black cap passed back.
Skinny arsed teen
alights at Eye.
        Bare neon tube
        in empty frame
        of bust up sign
        above dead shop
stutters: flustered gas.
        Small boy's held stare then
my bright bloodrush viciousness.
        Cloud bunches go along over.