Devices voices de Hartman

Jazz monsoon blistering welts

Gloveless gardening tropical

Thoughts break out

In a congealed sweat

Tire tracks task us

With finding the whereabouts

To forgetting.

Software upgrade is Dionysian

Streaming to believe

This world has more

To offer precursor to guilt

Shadow revels lights glow

Along the tree line

Sometimes a thought becomes two

Along the line.

Caliban mooncalf

Child of the night

Fearful dancing

Vengeful lusting

Coagulating resins

Destined for high office

She came down from the north

To make a play at seniority

The bones remover a tool man a farm lad.

Cordite puncture wound kestrel

Belief makers’ waterline

Overcooked

Cast box simulacra

Fen land obliteration

Whirlpools rusting

Siphons flint repository

Grimes graves

Burial mounds

Out of the either

A massive dragonfly

Massey Fergusson fossils belonging

To abandoned flood plain alluvial deposit box

Twenty year sigh

Completed with collapsed buildings and regenerated sparks

That flies around chatters with pointless eccentricity

A changeling camped

Among the reeds

Mosquitos sheep and butterflies

Overhead harrier

To the east nuclear peninsular

To be frank

Wind and salt

Masts and wind and chimes of metal

Sonorous not unlistenable or unlikeable

Trudge broken dried mud crooked crazed larval cracks

The amber of the hornets’ nest

“Stay away from me you deranged cocksucker”

The filmmaker hesitates on Berwick Street.

Salutations welcome come income in come

Crushed dried flayed alive

We spoke on the phone

No an appointment is not necessary

Cause for concern?

First editions pleasure seekers and tattoo aficionados are welcome to this séance

The hermit is hoovering

He knows our movements

In and around Gordon Square

Search the high water mark

Everything else is agate

Playfully nurturing

 Cacophony of transcendence

Me oh my oh

Bindweeds trapping the roses

Oh see oh sigh oh

Larval sumptuous splendour

Exploding with lump sums

Estuary glimmering

Harmony of wind and tide

Mud flats lichens moss

Fray Bentos tins washed up

Steak and kidney

Animal bones rags

Among fried turds assorted nets packets plastic faded

Mid Atlantic tales they could tell

Half submerged hulks

Watch them rot year after year

Bulk heads a distant figure

“Is stoned”

the chairman’s parking space

It’s the end of the line the end of the world

These created the conditions

The experiment flourished in this atmosphere

Hybrid forms blossomed