There's a poise
A cautious tremor
(focus)
Hovering in the voice next to me
On the phone
He sets up a business appointment
Except when he hangs up the conversation
I realise he's just asked somebody out
On a date
(is this assertive)
Say, on Monday?
Courage then, amidst disquiet;
Wearing a scarf and cuboid
Black woolen coat in a heat wave
Says something
About blind properness as habit
Perhaps unthinkingly a launch against misfortune:
Defended
Nobody that young
Carries around their possessions
In an M&S bag
Held with perpendicular intent at the side
I guess (or hope) his books
Are in size order
To protect the longevity of both
- because it's just good sense
While I'm lazy as a window sill with a book of stairs, a pillow
There he strides away;
From a mission accomplished
By minutes
Maybe his back doesn't ever
Move with his arms as he walks
Or maybe he just wears good shoes
the waterfall meeting
poems
Friday, 20 May 2011
Friday, 6 May 2011
Over
Under caverns move
Stars on an unlikely shell
The house of autumn's bell
Crest and dented in magnetic driven sand
A shore crossed with footfall
Mirage
Journey into the west
This exo-cabin
Ex of a giant creature's distant sleep
Belongs to straw fields
Wealth that crept up behind us
The descending party
Of night-fall years ago that I remember
Is this?
Life wanders around in synaptic patterns
Forms circles within a heavy snail's home
Smart characters of
Exhilation
Awaken a
Daddy long legs long in breath
Well-read between pages of the time it takes to be dead
But alien in a bottled world
It cannot fly away from
Here
A click is life and death together
Beneath the carbon echo drone
Neither burn alive but for the shapes of numbers repeated
Nor rightfully expired; I try to forget
But virtual memory makes everything a trade
Ink seems to cower from
The worms cannot dream under it
New conversations flow
Without gathering dust or settle
But where's the mettle
In only ever saying 'I know'?
Hyperlink beyond the recent
Walls the sea knew better than I and time
Saw them built and yet decline
So: I did
But do not now for knowing
Wage sharpened war against roof the and run out into nothing
Hope for
Some fluid architecture
To build my eyes again in difference
And the tactile scattering of rain
For without death to be over
Stars on an unlikely shell
The house of autumn's bell
Crest and dented in magnetic driven sand
A shore crossed with footfall
Mirage
Journey into the west
This exo-cabin
Ex of a giant creature's distant sleep
Belongs to straw fields
Wealth that crept up behind us
The descending party
Of night-fall years ago that I remember
Is this?
Life wanders around in synaptic patterns
Forms circles within a heavy snail's home
Smart characters of
Exhilation
Awaken a
Daddy long legs long in breath
Well-read between pages of the time it takes to be dead
But alien in a bottled world
It cannot fly away from
Here
A click is life and death together
Beneath the carbon echo drone
Neither burn alive but for the shapes of numbers repeated
Nor rightfully expired; I try to forget
But virtual memory makes everything a trade
Ink seems to cower from
The worms cannot dream under it
New conversations flow
Without gathering dust or settle
But where's the mettle
In only ever saying 'I know'?
Hyperlink beyond the recent
Walls the sea knew better than I and time
Saw them built and yet decline
So: I did
But do not now for knowing
Wage sharpened war against roof the and run out into nothing
Hope for
Some fluid architecture
To build my eyes again in difference
And the tactile scattering of rain
For without death to be over
Friday, 15 April 2011
Management Speak
Tens of coffee cards each with one stamp
Vouchers for Christmas, expired in '99
Matching socks of one
To-dos undone
Notes around the pages of a newspaper, like statistics
Diary of a life kept in polished shoes
Had it been: instead, no news -
Just books and stoves
And stones from the coast
Because it's light
Vouchers for Christmas, expired in '99
Matching socks of one
To-dos undone
Notes around the pages of a newspaper, like statistics
Diary of a life kept in polished shoes
Had it been: instead, no news -
Just books and stoves
And stones from the coast
Because it's light
Fall to sleep
I went far today
To a place we walked, over hidden cachets
Of roots and crystals and tennis courts, years ago
That compound time
Now released in the air would recoil
Today there were filing cabinets hanging from creepers and half-cars
Pondering a stream of red shoes flowing against green and yellow woodland leaves
Placards melted from the rooftops of a distant city not for sale as the
Rain of an evacuation storm; falling scraps of all the desperate last summons for justice
And emergency policies clutter the ground, even out here.
These particles are
Already sourced in the soil, building tea-lights into the trees
Casting a lean yellow warning light on the
October mist-soaked valley of moss and effect
We had walked here on a clear day with mirror blue
There were cooing cows in the fields and
I was going to say
'I think you are an atom'
Beyond the reach of red tape
I seek to find a shelf
In one of the border houses
And fall to sleep
To a place we walked, over hidden cachets
Of roots and crystals and tennis courts, years ago
That compound time
Now released in the air would recoil
Today there were filing cabinets hanging from creepers and half-cars
Pondering a stream of red shoes flowing against green and yellow woodland leaves
Placards melted from the rooftops of a distant city not for sale as the
Rain of an evacuation storm; falling scraps of all the desperate last summons for justice
And emergency policies clutter the ground, even out here.
These particles are
Already sourced in the soil, building tea-lights into the trees
Casting a lean yellow warning light on the
October mist-soaked valley of moss and effect
We had walked here on a clear day with mirror blue
There were cooing cows in the fields and
I was going to say
'I think you are an atom'
Beyond the reach of red tape
I seek to find a shelf
In one of the border houses
And fall to sleep
By Satellite
There is
Nothing that the time will tell
Interior windows peer into offices
For which no office is held
And no secretary files the blanket slate
Of blocked out words on paper
Years later we were in the same park and walked
Under the same trees but didn't notice each other
The records were available now
But without purpose
The pollen that flew between us simmering
And circling on amber waves
Flew without direction
Nothing that the time will tell
Interior windows peer into offices
For which no office is held
And no secretary files the blanket slate
Of blocked out words on paper
Years later we were in the same park and walked
Under the same trees but didn't notice each other
The records were available now
But without purpose
The pollen that flew between us simmering
And circling on amber waves
Flew without direction
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Kirkstall Abbey Ruins
Litmus hoax the
Old soul's antechamber against still tall
Drip-feed yellow vines
Stands a bullet arch into the stars
Plotted with no quack's map home
A wrestler of animals
Wrought from celestial
Half-headed gods in typography
With arms over and into arms
Stony, pious
Despairingly beautiful in silhouette
I wrote first from the flat earth to everywhere
Skimming the crop-circle landing site with my fingers and toes for clues
From the nineteen-fifties
Dew
The ground is still soft from the prints of one or two
Who saw the whale as a comet
Disappearing
Old soul's antechamber against still tall
Drip-feed yellow vines
Stands a bullet arch into the stars
Plotted with no quack's map home
A wrestler of animals
Wrought from celestial
Half-headed gods in typography
With arms over and into arms
Stony, pious
Despairingly beautiful in silhouette
I wrote first from the flat earth to everywhere
Skimming the crop-circle landing site with my fingers and toes for clues
From the nineteen-fifties
Dew
The ground is still soft from the prints of one or two
Who saw the whale as a comet
Disappearing
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
Twist or Twist
Self-latening
Knotted helix wander
Through a caravan brick pile
Theatre of resting strangers on green shoulders
Permanetly engrossed in their closet winter shoreline story
Lampshade sun droning on about
This time last year
Same sensation
Different circumstances it
Cools towards the channel
Sieving the air for brambles and moths
Archiving
Home
From the carpark
We walked here across military fields
In supple arches to this postcard-themed
Park of cloud hostels
Marigold
Fibre-glass clock tower
Isolate grammar in conversation
Each plot a dot of white ink
With chocks in the soil
Drive back
Because the town closes at six
Boarded up from the scouring
Trampling waves
The cold wailing cannonade
Spraying up in chords from the tiles
Between molecules and
Dancing tableware
A piece of time has departed
Beneath the storm
Cliffs of emerald water
Knotted helix wander
Through a caravan brick pile
Theatre of resting strangers on green shoulders
Permanetly engrossed in their closet winter shoreline story
Lampshade sun droning on about
This time last year
Same sensation
Different circumstances it
Cools towards the channel
Sieving the air for brambles and moths
Archiving
Home
From the carpark
We walked here across military fields
In supple arches to this postcard-themed
Park of cloud hostels
Marigold
Fibre-glass clock tower
Isolate grammar in conversation
Each plot a dot of white ink
With chocks in the soil
Drive back
Because the town closes at six
Boarded up from the scouring
Trampling waves
The cold wailing cannonade
Spraying up in chords from the tiles
Between molecules and
Dancing tableware
A piece of time has departed
Beneath the storm
Cliffs of emerald water
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