REALITY GAG

&

he

is

so

sorry

but

all at once
the seasons become
things to be got thru

so he does that like that

into autumns 

freerange rainwet heart

& 

winters locked-in 

long monochrome bane 

SHOWER GEL MEMORIES

& the smell of the shower gel
is just like

a friday afternoon was

after getting in  

from a hospital shift

when i would 

fit two bottles

of heineken or becks
in the freezer
& shower
& then get the beers out
& sit on the back step
& crack one 
& look at the land
& the trees
& the hill
& listen to the traffic 

on the motorway
& the hiss woosh
of trains in the cut

& crack the second

& later friends would come

& there would be whisky

& we would be heroes 

of the goddamn night

until

the

rude lurid oil smear of dawn

 

COLDTHRILL

theres an alcoholic ghost

howling 

the 

coldthrill 

of 

fiddles

in my side-eye ears

INFORMAL CHAT

theres are lots of things
going to happen

& i really really dont want
many of them to happen at all

i could list their bowels
here in poetic evisceration

but
this
is
more
like
an

informal chat
& 

you know the stuff i mean

you dont want 

many of them 

to happen either

MORNING MADRIGALS

birdsong
clear as
a glass bell


birdsong
clear as
a glass bell



birdsong
clear as
a glass bell

&
hope 

like rain

on the hill