Wrought inside a cherry centre, made-up from love-bound windJust while shit razors cry, I bend up for inexplicable owls whose spind skinGets woofing after dizzy eyes and pained breads and haloers for xmas wind?O, you appear now to askAll about … Continue reading
When Master-Mistress When Master-Mistress madcap Jake fishes for veins and waters,This lucent poem-page gets microphoned with ghosts and flashes;And, wherefore a fatalism promotes sex for devishes and lashes, limersMust annoint the birds of the worlds with bustlers and nailering swiners:O, … Continue reading
it is a dead nativitythat the burned, blind berries stand serried on the trees,and the scuttered, flittering fields in the rafters of the grail,and the angelus that floats in a spineless, furling sea,with the nailed crests of children raining on … Continue reading
Before True Rest Has Come That early evening, in September 1985, only one person was mad enough to light the lamps, and she was the cruellest. She behaved as a bore and did not like prosody. Call her Jasmine. She … Continue reading
About a Schizoid Going (after Philip Larkin’s ‘Going, Going’) I thought I would pass through time –A sense that, against the crowds,There would still be sanity in body-and-mind,Where the nurses shout and climbSuch flowers as freedom shrouds;I thought I would … Continue reading
About Recovering Beauty (after Philip Larkin’s ‘Ambulances’) Proud and professional, these bedsthread proud blooms of mystery, giveback a long, lingering orbto every schizoid smile. Bright,glossy, fay, charms on their backs,they come to rest on every ward:all streeted slab minds are … Continue reading
Giant whispering and coughing machines,But the Quietus shaped by thievesBroadcasts from a churchyard sleevedWith coats that serve as muscle:The wavebands glowing overpowerThe rabid storms of chording whereYour child hands clap against the air. Beautifully devout before a spentCascade of money … Continue reading