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".


       

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

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

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

   

Cuttings

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)

Omega Blocking Pattern

1.

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

2.

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

Our Day Out

My pink neck says yes

and the humid brushwork swell of sky

Hear James Ray sing "...mind set..."

Offal cakes at image rim of chat

The grey factory front is peeling in Stechford

ragwort horseradishes with thick cream elderflower heads

[with plum vowels] No more extrajudicial dreams

The tile work's for half cut jollity

with the planes up at angles

Slap daft your pink face for effect

ghost portico        broke pillars

Yet another cheap glam plant

with all the endtime celsius

Let us father wilt together

One muntjac dead in the Pinn

like wood undoing paling grain

Endless weaves the celandine