DESCRIBING TREES

now they axiom
& skedaddle
in their brittle winter debris
bark so dark its noir

& theres something of 

the pop-up book about them
their shapes - almost absences
cut out from the fence & shed & air

quietly mad & still & muted 
renfermé arbre
like painted by a french engineer
with a gall bladder for an eye

WORLD PI

investigating a hub-case
tough as saddle leather
it
wont break a lead
no
matter
how
hard
i ride

i light another cigarette
think - retirement

the city is a lewd zoo
of
sun sin and wire 
flogging the true pigs and dark lovers
of
the
rave dives

theres no theme in the vile apnoea
of
flown exits
and 
no
late
night
zoot groove to edit

i light another cigarette
time to hand my papers in

i ride the camo boat
down
the oil river
looking for the right questions 
and
some
clean face
to
ask them to

i get a drink dockside
glass dirty like vice

back in the office over the nail bar
thick with soldiers wives
i think
one more day of these generous expenses
then
i'll
return the cheque 

hub-case unsolvable

period

and
i
file
the
world
in the Open drawer

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ENGLANDS RURAL NOIR

rain falls from endless cloud
over
Blade Runner Englands rural noir

replicants
built
with
wings
patrol drinkers existential binge -
unconscious demonstration
and
self immolation

kings and liars wear waders 
and
invite
cameras to meetings
and
sell soft machine maintenance
out
the
back alley

bullets with wings know where they're going
and
new missiles in Englands attic are
programmed to reminisce 
about the musket sunshine of Empire 
while
insurers
run
from Englands Blade Runner
rural
noir
and the undredged sewage seas
of
rich
fossil
folly

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