Saturday, 27 April 2013

Bus note 51

       Time told
        in driver's mirror
A second, less than:
weird glyphs come
through eyeholes
        haywiring after
        in outside thaw.

Saturday, 20 April 2013

Bus note 50

        Clamour of ducks descending
        to half-frozen pond in the park.
Grown man in woollen animal hat
(knitted ears)
comes dull-eyed down the aisle.
        Monday morning
        and Winter carried over.
The air is clearer. 
are some clouds.

Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Ashdown Forest

The invisible
fuck me lark
goes musicking,
deranged, above
the temporary
pools of up there
reflection, broken
by hard grasses,
shoots that pierce
the flats of water
still here and all
too cold (the wind).

Saturday, 13 April 2013

Bus note 49

        Changing buses by Morrison's;
I hate that smudge of Sun.
        Smart young girl sucks fierce
        on her cigarette
        in the car park's dark
and trees outside
keep green secret.
        I want today to be tidier
than it ever could be.
        Go on to work, our kid,
        with your troubles all packed up.

Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Conversation's over

For Russell Molloy

Something      an everything
below the information register

Music happens to be music

Flame crackles
and brown bird whistles

Near imperceptible laughter
of a man who doesn't have
the language working

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Bus note 48

        Bright bleeding Sun
        makes the ice go away
and so people walk by
with easier bodies.
        Rays hurt eyes and feel
        all unfamiliar.
Now the mottled green/off-white
practise ground beside us.
        Say this: we're all
        very different today.
You can get a mask
you can warm to
if you want.