RIDING LIKE THAT

imagine
youre
a spider

& you spun your web 

  wide & taut & centered
in the reaching upsweep 

  of a red deers antlers

& riding like that
  with dew & mist
in the tumble-roll glens
  of galloway forest park

dinner waiting on the wind

& all the stars out at night

HANDS BLUFFING ON THE LAMB

yes

the past has already had you

& some settling of contents
may have happened in transit

but the future is hungry too

& may contain nuts

yes


~


play the long game
in the long dusk
with rainbow lego
& poundshop knives

prophets in your back pocket
hands bluffing on the lamb
until dinner time
& you wash your hands . . .

faux famine panic
in the cats green eyes

ODE TO A FLY

oh youre one 

inquisitive fly

what do you know
of black mirrors & acrylic paints ?

oh inquisitive fly

that shade is called Mars Black
if youre interested

learn fast 

inquisitive fly 

learn fast

for you shall be 

dead by dinner

& dust by dawn

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DIAGRAM OF THE LANE 1

sunday

after dinner
we would walk up the lane

farmhouse 

mad house 

boarded-up house

the horse on the gas land meadow

pigs to look at

& we wedged our toes 
in the stone walls crumble

~

abandoned

chalk pit 

rail tunnels 

& 

a castle gone

 

wars iron 

leftovers-

in a 

bramble tangle 

they rust in peace

~

grandad 

collected 

footy pools

a win for him

would have meant

legoland for me

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MONDAY O CLOCK POPLINGS

TIME TRAVEL 1

this morning
i woke up
in the future again

& again
i am sick
from the journey

grateful
to
be
met there

& not left alone
in the rapid fire
of
the
dawn station terminus



TIME TRAVEL 2

i been to the past

i was a man-camera there

& i am here now

heading 
for
tomorrows
sickly 
unveiling



MONSTERS

tucking us in
too tight
they claimed

monsters are not real

not in the cupboard
not under the bed

no -
theyre on the tv  
in mugshot strips
true crime 247
channel 6 billion & 5

monsters being monstrous
in ordinary clothes
behind normal doors

sleep well snitches

their parole dates
pepper your diary



BEFORE DAWN

no one
is anything
inside 
those
first 
emptied
moments

before dawn

before the nonsense of clocks

~

goes double
if you
worked all night

& 
now youre a shadow
a ghost itch
over
your
breakfast dinner

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DOWN THE LANE

we would scrabble
and slip and slide
to see pigs snuffling
over the other side
of the slate stone wall

in easter sunday silence
we would watch chicks hatch
in hot light bulb arenas
and guilty we would chose one  
to cook for christmas dinner

tho i never believed
the farmer really
kept track

and the dogs he kept
in the barnyard cage
would shatter me 
with their barking

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