Bus note 73

One seat behind:
        "She's there.
        That fucking music.
        Gone, then. Gone."
Whisper drops lower
than engine drone.
        Sun affronts.
With each misheard word
        itch on face gets worse.

Portrait 9

 Recite: "I have, of late..."

                        He makes the name
                   resonate: "Shakspere"

 Picture: a paper thin crown held up
                         glitter sticky

             Hands become claws
                   He's a monster
         "That's right"

     From room to room
                 thieving papers              his bliss
            for under the bed

 comical          unmanageable

                 Chucks my chin
             The old roué and the chorus girl

          His slow way
                           slow 
                corroding 
                       slow memory

Bus note 72

Morning after funeral;
        green testicles
        in trees.
Pass the Moseley junction.
        At the lights
        girl full with child
        rubs her cotton belly
        (optic spasm pattern)
as if a bit of fear might shift.
        Come out into grey.
        Come out into cold.
Almost the rain.

Haecceity

5 mistlethrush   6 or so
           beaks with worm

Crease your eyes:
           these birds
    make gathered angles
       and stab time

Beasts smudge clothed persons' heads

definite against
    softened usual grass
against mushy fall
        of rain braises

This is theirs
    hedged with subtle menace clouds

Stop off
       with close trees

happened triangles
         then boxes
    then away

We're now bereft

Bus note 71

Expounds on Revelation to his wife:
        seven seals then
        something about
        three branches
        of the Church.
There's Dad years back
and his Endtime models.
        Up from Harborne Baptist
        a poster peels:
scratched and bleary colours;
words aren't words anymore.
        Off one stop too far.

Bus note 71 (revised)

Expounds on Revelation to his wife:
        seven seals;
        three branches.
There's Dad years back
and his Endtime models.
        Up from Harborne Baptist
        a poster peels:
scratched and bleary colours;
words aren't words anymore.
        Off one stop too far.


 

Portrait 8

 long face
           (his Old Man's face)


         Large eyes flat
                till the bagpipes sounded


      When were you and me together?

      You and me together, have it said

                 
                       Lean in

                       to poverty


 The fits:

               insistence

            energy brightness

                  lambent hands


 Friday last,
            he disappears

Bus note 70

Girl in green dress;
        same green as the stop
        she stepped up from.
Everywhere is pebbledash
below delicious clouds.
        Past flyover
        with shadows
and past the Quarter's clock.
        Ring
        road
to Spring Hill
        and with Tesco cyst
        too vast
the holy terracotta library.
        .

Walls