Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Night
Somewhere in the folds of their palms,
beneath the skin they
feel giddy depths of thrilling darkness,
complex, rotating crystals, black fractals
splayed legged under yellow lights
breathing cold smoke and fumes to private
music, traffic, Doppler perfume,
muscular humming & fizzing against a
weight of atmosphere soaking into a throat
open and greedy
spring-heeled
Friday, 10 February 2017
Dancing
"... this oaf had acquired instant grace ..."
A machine for flying deep
blue
through the sweat and the aching calves
in a pathetic fallacy
from under
oppresive strings
smiling is good
and they can feel the grain of a
cold morning
A machine for flying deep
blue
through the sweat and the aching calves
in a pathetic fallacy
from under
oppresive strings
smiling is good
and they can feel the grain of a
cold morning
Thursday, 2 February 2017
solidly built and distinctive in design
downwards and has to be met
and outwards too, just as immense
these in their pressing out
pushing up
engineering
complications
running
a hand gripping a smooth kettle handle
buttocks on a bed
green morning
water on glass
tea
dust & a collapsing sofa,
rust, a
pain in a gut
dirt in cracked skin
at the ends of fingers
lonely bonhomie
rescue dog
tiny children
football
& bicycles
golden morning
shouting suspended
on waving
heat
glimpsed force
of a
relaxed gait
blue morning
roses
a palm tree
a discarded hat
rusting black metal
small, intense and private fires
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