A weather report

Wanting old naivetes till the ankle folds

                                          one foot sideways       

a given fuck    flat and quietish

 

Rotting fish gas would shimmer

                        over pavement heat

 

By the Coop

the skin on the back of his head

thumbprint peels as mine was

     an empty paper cup wetted by half-arsed rain

 

What glisters in eye’s milk but

                  splinters of non-

 

Today: temperate me.

Fingers equal digits.

Civil pile on of vertebrae

by crenelated church skirt

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,

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".

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

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