Sunday, 1 December 2019

A Letter

dearest,
never a more together enough
dying cartoon flags with
grease sheen patches
and love      and range
arms a swinging all about the Star City ghost stone floor
situated fibres gleam reweeding hung from struts
trees in considered boredom off and on
thinking on the deaths of ariadne
and the weather's sameness will write us out soon (a hope)
yours,

Sunday, 24 November 2019

I guess the rain

In Angleland
where pavement clings
go hug yourself

Three trees are difficult:
mixed meters

familiar rodent grin at the PO
plainness glaze     
fuckpig lines

wall face got up
wall face

The girl shrank back

Glass bled and whispered, "Not long now".

Sunday, 3 November 2019

Shape Moves


Face-to red flowers below the eyes
       This fine crow trod a square to fit

lambent feels

  Thin lizard of autumn coils at feet
           and you held your breath still
        then couldn’t say

   A danced round with a pivot
        plumb dropt from who knows where

All the wrecked boom patterns in the dark

Tuesday, 22 October 2019

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".


       

Sunday, 29 September 2019

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

Sunday, 22 September 2019

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




Saturday, 31 August 2019

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

   

Sunday, 21 July 2019

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)



Sunday, 16 June 2019

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



Saturday, 8 June 2019

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


Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Rain on Holders' Lane

Old dog shivers
at the barrier (dayglo taped)

Glass clouds hang
back of windowless
scrim back cloth

Fecal tang
and the still thumb drops

and the leaf rot humps
fence some first words' murk

from the boy in a grown up shirt
his nape
as white
as ache

He says, "Again".


Monday, 27 May 2019

You had me back there when

His dented shield face
angles out drunkways
Pollen smears on eyes
and other cracks

                 "What a friend we have

and the broken brick front
vertices picked stitches

    Beak cadmium jabs at factish grass
    black plumes near gloss black

"Go on till we all fall in the hole don't laugh"

"This is the walk heh this is y'body hah"






Sunday, 12 May 2019

Four Dwellings

Park's slope pale
with dandelion seed

A flecked grey blanket shapes

Such a bleach wet sun
seeps vex light

Harrow out all from shade

A busted shrunk bike puce
and disarranged

A good wait till
the apple blooms
as blown skunk clouds

Underneath the finger tubers creak

Clent thickening


Sunday, 5 May 2019

Rain Markers

        wet   GREEN

    WHITE   small   stars

        RED   echo   heads

            wet   GREEN

     spindles in pieces
              and caught breath coda

    The secret insects clackit along

        Cover all dust turns to skin   
    with patched light receding or folded up

      You think you feel    O  I

           this pulse slurred la la la
                       so much for
 
    GREEN   WHITE   ex    stretches

Sunday, 28 April 2019

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

Sunday, 21 April 2019

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

Sunday, 14 April 2019

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

Sunday, 7 April 2019

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

Sunday, 31 March 2019

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.

Sunday, 24 March 2019

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

Sunday, 17 March 2019

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 curl├ęd 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


Sunday, 3 March 2019

Dead intent zone

one knuckle raised

post derm and shrug off lizard gleam

world of blonde children (dropt

from loins of skinny solicitors)

is doing me in

the salon framed by unreal trees

Sunday, 24 February 2019

Winter's leaving

Rain on the burner ashes
on petrol traces till
a bleating o-mouth Sun
a spare hedge lonely for

Memory of sheep fear vapours
with a stained work coat
and tempo fag

A dry bad painted wall with flies
behind posh boys out from Edward Rex

Our eyes are becoming too on steady
dry itches from prescript dream tedium
and I wear sticky glasses now

langsam    langsam    four four
     till it's curtains again