WHAT WAS IT REMAINS

Enter the difficult years 

The bow scratch over tape work

What can be mustered 

Inadequate escape from child’s fine line

Drawing of cookie characters 

chased by disembodied knives

it’s a playful time of overlapping skulls 

all chattering at the grey manifold destined to 

Inhabit the sweat pants generation.

Vulnerable to new mooring we mix it up

Embellish it knee deep in knotted nettles

Steering against a jigsaw racket then

Keep stripping back to reveal the 

the mirror face.

In your sack the surfeit markings

Now take oxygen

As if across the cheek 

a port wine portmanteau

Was wearing the hat that pressure felt it 

In May winds crumbling over moss covered steak house

de-schooling, unfolded; out of season

Cedar time summer songs

butterfly & ragwort

rape seed

Rowing against a dental drizzle

Dropping below sea level shunting sideways 

Put upon parking space Austrian outsider 

art generations slide apart

The work follows a force

Sails against swell 

defrost aggressive

ancient lease 

walls bow, collapse 

Upended rivers collide arms width

all day you Carcharodon carcharias

gliding beside life eyeballing an inter-tidal foetid death trance

moving through the gears now seriously out of control

flying in the face of it the crimson bloody mess of it the chum

the chowder floundering on a white tiled floor you drain away

till only what was it remains.