From 'Here' - 36 & 38

36.

Bring some money in love when you come

           Morning light stuns

                     shining curls billowing city steam

         over towerblocks

She sleeps  sleeping    a hole in the side

         like Christ

         though to give the quickening breath not end it.

No mad morning pre-mourning but

a threat still swirls dimly, a soft mist

shading a stunning winter’s morning sun.

38.

Though end stunning a mad sleeps hole in

            Sleeping but sun

                     morning threat quickening dimly it

         winters pre-mourning.

Give Christ  stunning    soft a still love when

         come not

         bring but a billowing light a some threat.

Mist you shading towerblocks a

swirls some a when money, mad no a

city side over shining morning steam.