... a bright gesturing of concrete and steel ...

[In progress ...]

“... rhythms, lights, space-times must themselves become true characters...”

Alain Robbe-Grillet

“... individuality as an event, not as a thing ...”

Anne Sauvagnargues

... shooting a cold hard sweep

         ground 

                 electric 

brightening 

        water 

 tremembling 

bitter breezing

                 tremorings

        breaking steps 

 sweeping  

                snapped  

fallen broken from

gentle         slow           durations

                     respiration  

drinking 

                light lying 

dampening 

           twisted tops

particles 

                                               expelled 

explosive 

                drifting vorticising

      2 degrees Celsius 

          skimming  unshining 

leather  

    irregularly 

shimmering 

           ground  

           dead 

wood           bent metal ...

... glowing, rising; 

            goldening blue 

swelling & receding 

heating,

        

         falling 

               

                   falling gently   

                                     

                                       warm caress

penetrating

                    glass 

                             

Ai                               falling

on hair 

                 across 

movement

                           brow 

worktop 

              plastic handle 

vibrating 

muted ...

... fire

         dirty water 

asphalt

              hollow 

           fire bouncing

                   eight minutes 

               dirty

asphalt water

           igniting cold plane

wet hard evening  ...

... low sun  

               

blue glowing 

            blue dark

        alight 

an easy thousand 

eyes clenched

                 open       shifting 

body 

          flicking 

confused,

drifting

low late shine skittering a metal edge 

               rebounding off water ...

...  blue age web shining 

           dirty glass 

              spiked wizened white; 

early brightening vintage 

      gold 

             deep cloth 

          red & 

cold blue grey 

      moisture pearls 

brief 

                     conjunction

panes air 

      chilling soft

              rural grass scent, slate hard

grey green            

          faint rotting 

                lightening 

softness         damp pearly breathing ...

... wet 

flickering 

                light

                                     limbs 

colliding 

steady waves 

                streams crossing

shuddering night

                 bubbling lengths 

fracturing

                 shadows reflexive 

responses

                 flexing desire excitation  

laughing

                 intoxicated air ...

... faintly rotting faintly upright 

grey-blue currents, pressure, 

rusting heads & streaked

cracking fragments; dead 

living green 

                    dying white:

weighty, red, brick;

horizontal gaps

soft absence

out damp

earth and away ...

... off rich 

bright 

blue  

contained 

containing broad

glass planes 

grey 

light, 

clouds 

shaping

breaking slowly, 

shining off blue 

rich, bright,

bouncing 

flat across 

planes drained 

brick and stone ...

... light tearing 

along 

draping damp 

                    through and from  

           forced up, 

flowing rock colliding a vast duration 

        blank squatting;

quick ribbon 

cool fire 

          verging gurgling lit 

golden green, 

             brightness holding 

                                    respiration ... 

... light-speed shadowing creeping 

             across yellowing ...  

... body, lower spine 

spreading, exhausted 

nightgrowling, 

stretching apart metal wet

           water descending darkness,

shining refracted

exploding, impacting        6:05

  

           vapour expelled rolling ... 

... an angle on an axis

hitting evening

on a slant 

                 intensity     

through screen: 

scuff marks, 

Illuminating dirt,

deep dug inscripting

subjectivising accumulations

                 joyhowling ...

... rearing up:

glowing disjunction synthesised, 

flashing response, imperceptible 

shimmering, scarlet against blue, 

steel against russet screaming love ...

... dirty hour, draggled damp

shining damp, 

state paint,

drawing elsewhere extension, 

           evening aglow

       soft silver oscillating

translucent plastic ... 

... laying soft 

shining black

shining curving 

overseas cool

       quiet 

                rich darkness

air 

drop 

 cold intake ...

... feint red slow

sweeping under 

          steam and 

glass         a cut of

obscure perception 

perceiving obscurity

crystalline 

                quotidian 

beauty 

becoming with

exploitation-exhaustion &

green white light ...

... moving forwards slowly

in a shower of light speed &

a patchy, early roaring,

summer silver ... 

... black 

    cold 

    air

humming electrically, 

shining with ten thousand 

limbs, 

          echoing in

          wet concrete &

          shining glass ...

... an irritation of warm yellow

reflecting off concrete and through glass  

meeting shadowed surfaces keeping cool

against raging sunspots here and eight minutes away,

desiring the rising and then tumbling sculpture

of water that giggles across parching skin and is

rubbed and sucked away ...

... rubbering 

against dirty 

concrete a

grounding element 

of forwards 

propulsion

through

late

roaring 

black summer

gold,

stretched

classically arching

electrical

plastic shadows &

a buzzing

running through 

a sensitive 

outer 

envelope, 

buzzing & singing,

a minor expansion

due to

intoxicants ...

Political Poems

Glimpsing a  hint of something 

a multitude of scales 

of individuated  

of differences 

                       she’s sculpting her anger and disappointment into a brightness 

                       releasing it to join the others and strengthen their intervention

Living by the building of walls,

afraid of the dark and the different,

whistling Dixie,

they take the vain signs emitted by their masters far too seriously,

killing for a heavily guarded, 

        aggressive timidity.

Teeth of the worms of the teeth in a scarlet pit;

               blazers and shining buttons and cocktails

and teeth clinking against glasses and worms and the teeth of the worms

               and auto-satisfaction in the smiling pit, ringed with diamonds,

and the crisp shirt stained pink against deep pink flesh.

… pick up and shift it shift it over there over

there shift it drop it off then pick that up and shift it 

over there wrap it up then pick it up and shift

it over there there over there shift it pick it up and shift it 

unwrap it break it down and rebuild it across those four 

then wrap them all up and shift them shift them 

pick them up and put that one here put that one there put

that one here put that one here shift them put that in there 

put this one in here in here in here then that one there on there

are you trying to put it there there make a career out of that

pick this up and shift it over there pick pick it up and put it …

Waiting flames, scarlet and vibrating yellow, licking tarmac

in the heat of expectation of nothing but shining signals

of intense intention, masks and raised flags declaratives 

of a desire for lives lived according to a genuine dialogue between 

necessity and desire, instead of under orders, rising &

flickering in variations, forever around the edges & anew

in every trembling eternal differential duration, rising &

singing in scarlet fire and shuffling across bright ground. 

Under sensitive fingertips, red-brown rust raised up from cold, 

smooth black paint of the post they’re clinging to, sky shining, 

damp, aching and obscure (and there again, closer and still distant, in the

gutter-puddle). A cold surface of skin lightly brushed on occasion by thin denim

registered at the far edges of a cramped daydream as a bus approaches; an

aching hollow chill at a deep core of need needling a perimeter of transition to

others and outside and that cushion of anger and warmth a metre or so away. 

The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower 

inside, a 

choked, dark stinking of 

      these deep, dead red walls

and a dull ringing of work

      irremediable &

joymurdered 

      to prepare for

bonding in the shadows of 

      the lead-lamp,

it’s cold glare 

The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower

Echoing dim long 

              walls

        rotting        a

surface chilled 

  with smashed

 air flowing 

clenching 

shoulders and releasing

torus of 

effort and heft

shattered jagged undertow

      damp cardboard

    split wine-red vinyl

last week a bloke was sacked

          just to show they can

tough illegal Russian grin

Arcs of love mapping betrayal by cultural arrogance 

held in the sinews 

of confused desire 

mistaking agency with passive sensations; 

a weird cannibalism, poisoning 

devouring befuddled predators,

      assuming omnipotent entitlement 

up against the vast blank void and the 

                immediate refusal of her 

awakening gaze.  

She can’t account for her reaction,

                 a drift of light gently settling across her back

and fingers clutching her upper arm,

        silver luminescence down her friend’s left cheekbone,

her gut clenching at the thought of walking through the door. 

They’re reeling beyond 

the 

                          shattering 

    fear of a 

          vicious wank-stain 

feeling 

    strong 

              alongside his craven horror 

               in the face of

simple not-him

I love

        all the 

     time and 

that 

        twist of a 

wrist 

             awakens 

   me