Hanging about

  Coming off the string roll
                                      beads versus set constellations
                          versus here

Verbal curds at the lip corners

           Light of itches hatches
    some last orders

               kicks a cone over at rage pace

        A peeling horizon is violate

(everybody's
                                                          vertigo)

      Subjects, busted,
      lick wounds -
      knowable, prone

Short order

Emptied sheep trucks move out dulled steel
the numbers upping on Pershore Road

Odour of end odour

Fear with heat curtains
and faecal whistle home

Fungal pocks stud
linen left out
on a wayward line

A one heart smeared      shown

Crevices

 five leaf wind eyes

       lime white pillars     pitch beams

      clattery fanfares   

         The odd bent thumb rule blurts

  irregular for ornament

          pro patria         wormholes hole

   lank red glam veil voiles

     Rustle, weevils     killing falling stone

oak wreaths with curlicues

    gold leaf secrets        sprigs in hesitance

So lullay the comms organ

      Bend the back back        deer horn ghost prints

      failing throats

    Get tight with class tricks

         fluted breath       fur clusters

   Plastic hymnals bleed

        And everywhere the same changes

Indefinite

     They do make a work
            out of the stopping short

  Us aspirants under shiftless Sun

               Off and on then fallow

  Tenderly, a hurt soon blooms
          the delicate cream bell flowers sewn

                   And the wreaths
             and the wheelchair circuits

                                   muscle ardour

      Piano overstrung gone wrong

         Sugar, enervate
                         the hands the fingers

         We will make
         what weighs
         hardly a thing

Memo 1

Down below the Guildhall where we stuck categories on with a small gaping machine.

Sunshine as irritant. We crawled from the drinking club with maps of blisters pinprick red.

And everywhere the vicious silver bell music.

Sometimes along the heat tunnels blood shifted from the head.

Methods of unwaking. Skips full of slung lit.

The Weather Around Here

 Hail at the pate aches smashed bottle auguries till Smethwick lemsip sun

              Hairy graphemes all over
    plane with mangled arrows showing

        Gaping dead cafe
  the fossil epic lamps whisper

           erred set pieces

Fall back eyes you
stall unhook a grin

        all the ivy ghosts
        all limpid eyes the somewhere engines shudder

    Lights from the sports club

Low broke wall before buddleias raised struts alloy grid tremble

       a thinning persistance thinner

   see-through arbour

Red Yellow Blue

The hazel's bunting scrives
        at side of psych hospital

An alley/ a little way
        where stunk planks arc
and split sacs are

        There an half inch seen
the green leaves curléd so
        with minims frayed

This man rolled a little bike
        and yelled out MAB
to puncture or to make count

        He had a penned on 'tache

The smashed pink tiles 
        they flare forever 
bright and about there