Something heavy between the blackberry and the funnel web
cracked out of the sun’s heel
feeds the hornet’s whisper of death
bat rites trick in the dusk
more diary poems
semaphore wind chimes echo nuclear locations.
You and I grow old like tea and whisky
we follow the secret pathogens littering the sailor’s path
smiles unfold in a horror-scope of favourites closed up against
each new direct debit obligation.
POORLY RECIEVED
Lighting flash sink bulb weed in the outhouse /
the finger tap
of bee hitting window / it’s war outside / eat porridge stay out of the sun / theory based alchemy / lachrymose compensation procedure / as that is what it is / try harder / belched the scrap heap / scratching towards the sprinkler / it’s a heavy war / try harder / always please your best efforts only / effortless / as it may seem / this was as good as it got / fierce delivery / powder cakes / attrition / dead men on an island / south pacific / burning lawns / urban myths / orange squash / re-uptake inhibitors / gather at dusk / in the shade of the baobab tree / trust them / they are your friends / like the cloak of ambiguity / that you must wear / at all cost.
Multitasking in the multiverse / now isolate the bee’s breath / carrier bags of wisdom / litter the cluttered north London flat / when police broke in / they found the body / in an advanced stage / of decomposition / next witness / chimes bell at crow call / ambient methods without being sullen / hypnotise / the sprinkler / do you want some / dangerous dog lover / when the rain pours in through your eyes / then out of the mouth / a carved gator / tincture of cannabis infused with elderflower /
caught out by the ebb tide /
Peace fractured at last
a brokered silence breaks out
Wind slams the patio door
dragging the bricks
Courtship innuendo
the puffed up collar of a mating pigeon
Like an Edwardian ruff
staging a tragedy by the ponds negotiating
Crumpled cans from 700 million light years hanging out for the UHF
Daily message playing chess in another galaxy
formalism and entropy
At the edge of language
to infinity and beyond was not what Foucault said
it’s a marmite philosophy
leave a trail of reference points in case we get lost
10 minutes concentrated effort now sleep for an hour
500 words a week the future’s bright the future
Is purple and red and coming in at 300 km an hour
Most have evacuated or at least dug a hole of language
So deep that exhumation is impossible
Throat-warblers Bee eaters Californian King Fishers have all been
Sighted way off their normal migratory paths the world’s on fire
They say you smell of frozen food and colossal waste your mind
does not correlate with anything real or rational and yet you are safely fed in streamers bunting animal lights and gorgeous cheeses.
So redecorate and move on ignite in glorious splendour those technicolour treats
That prove you are not alone but part of a collective whole. The obliterated seascape is your home horizon.
