LIBRARIANS DOOR

 

stack the words up
like the hotchpotch tower
of an ambitious sandwich

like a babel

a babble

a coiled telephone cable

& watch meanings mutate

& gel & set & flex

in the trades & westerlies

baggage abandoned

at 

the librarians door

WEDNESDAY POPS AGAIN

ONION GRASS

the wind
is a shout

an order
that moves trees

a base communique
from banished babel

i stand 
in the
dead apples
and
onion grass

earthed
on the lawn



ANOTHER POSTCARD FROM BRITAIN

sos sos sos

nationalist pathogen
deliberately released

and tho sunlight
has got to the
smoke and mirrors

it 
doesnt 
seem 
to 
matter



SAYS NOTHING TO ME

outside the window
the day throws
the air about

its a half-arsed tantrum

inconsistent
irritating me

the uniform grey sky
says nothing to me

nothing

like listening 
to late period radiohead
under cold water

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