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

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.