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)

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

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

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".

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"

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

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