after hours know-how
derelict control tower
dismantled altar aids
dismantled orphan to
help ornate sky
serve out
its time
ovary sky
over the sea
under blocks
of unmanned
light
squats
in soul husk
wind farm local
marries lark to
help install
zombie
but only if the universe
is a stretched wind-sock
*
half them
half invade them
half name
spare half of them
half them within
wheel them out
shovel and hoist
half them with jaw-jaw
your breath bad for the purpose
half them into quarters
now stick them in
*
hand turns
rustic lace
hidden
in the mirror
this man is a witch
head flogged
sheds its lace sails
dead
in the mirror
straight
to the rear
sleepy voyeur
returns a hand
which man is this?
*
if it was this is how it might be
thinking how can these have a name
half of it would be unreal
the other half arbitrary
even before it got half way
the opposite bank will have turned to water
you can reduce sadness
nothing to do with slipping in and out of control
wondering where you hurt
felling speculated yourself
if it was sleep how might it start
how might it end this
?
*
is it really necessary
to have a blind spot?
why not arthritic view
changing into unclear
curling?
these rhetorical questions
of a modest nature
collectively shudder
yes?
*
light’s journey through paper
past the paper
filed down
valley high
rigid blink
of plague light
in conduit
light’s journey to file’s surface
its truth hidden
on the cabinet’s
plains steppes safaris
and e-books
impatient logistics
muster results
in
plague verse
light argues
with unknown repellants
*
moon pulp foul measure
cramp ur-mess
giraffe’s tight walk
on strawberry hill
chord quagmire foul
measure
asifitwere ur-talk
the van is laden
on stalemate hill
worm part foul measure
sworn in ur-image
spotted tin pig at sea
on plumber’s hill
salt moon foul icon
banked neat scratch
yellowed and charred
on ur-hill
spirit word foul measure
peat swollen star pipes
unfettered clot
on whistling hill
*
soft flesh floor
sobbingbut
alert
fruit unimportant
on the table
string of blame
going both ways a a a
dancing ship of
death
on the softseas
ideally to a rhythm
*
the creation of a translated world
the afterword’s beyond
already hammed
sleeping hurts
the destruction of unchanged space
unhinges the place of doors
elastic void simple
shrinks embrace
it hurts the pains
the crosses knots anchors and soul algae
the wreaths made of sleeping collateral
hidden inside screaming stars
the creation of a temporary clitoris
hems in
hours closed up
sealed by sticky shadows
it street theatres ache
the basin of spewed time the black ties and bloods
*
the green pig is smelling the pink flowers
the green pig
is smelling
the pink flowers
the green pig is smelling
the pink flowers
the green pig
is smelling the pink flowers
*
the rock sweats next to a sweating rock
dizzy with rocks so high underground
i could fall up into Parliament
i could find myself next to Portland Square
the wood shivers
having no trees for shelter the wood shivers
the next wood along the coast
bent tall
children are falling into unrequited chemicals
the children sweat their
hands slip
into transparent earth
*
this is the 6th time i’ve come home
from school today
*
wounded in inhuman drama
threatening too
metaphors for moon
lining up like recruits
i had to break the truth in 2
to find us
we were still there yes
in a vanished world
didn’t have instruments
never had the right things
couldn’t help display
bring display down
moon stays up
without its medieval capital
if only i could
coax it with a threatening tone
to come down
into gaping
animal hole
grieving exchange
on the stapled margins
on the sugar paper beach
every ant drawing
pinned
against an
understudy
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