Wednesday 24 January 2018

Three poems (draft/unfinished)

Diamonds in the sacred air
      watch on the roof 
this vitreous cost stabs
stone white as salt 
of sleep realised
purloined to 
  jealousy that ascended
 the figure flows
        into locks
     the neighbourhood of 
 infinity to watch
under some 
best eye
     epiphany, contriving 
     the saving grace is
         most or all of our time- 
    a this for this. 

            To displace patient
broken air
        for ever
      takes time
      the vantage viewable in
private yet you
  chases you down  
            since the rivulet catches                
     wound so speak
from it, trying to show up 
the zero-sum, the high cost
of a face to face, reach
the check-out.

The things in your
 power by
   broken  lag smile
before ‘bare facts' set
all in tallow in exile
    closing vocal repelled,
their grimace not secure-
look how well assent leafs
as though it were a buoy
of destination
might have nothing to say
              back into itself air bites. 

Friday 19 January 2018

In Your Car (draft/unfinished)

 The diesel fumes
     do not contravene 
      the blood locked in
                       access control 
 to prevent defray
       out from nowhere, 
                      it has no movement 
         or place to do with
what was never again, 
that will start the key 

Wednesday 17 January 2018


neither poppies in headland, 
            or pasture
                       at 20,000 Hz
              shocks the most innocent 
 aerosol  button into 
     because of rare flora 
                   raise it to a height of
              ninety-five metres
        natural rights our 
                  post-industrial heritage,

is music on the body
       fixing the grass
crown tolerate 
           cardiac splinter
for the proper
     does not cope

off from the luke
shrug blithe rising
water would wash
 white to keep 
 new day uncounted
            after beyond
a name  sound
block repels the
          quid pro quo
             such a grafting

Sunday 14 January 2018

here is all the many planet hands of the clock (draft/unfinished)


    I ask myself 
                        more than I could 
                          even want 
                          to count down,
           like wrapping rizlas 
‘round pennies
 or your 
garter guts
in the pool 
I could never 
    forget that

Sunday 7 January 2018

stevenviagra98 (draft/unfinished)

will catch
             up in due time 
copper pushing fingertip 
                the chronic wafer 
      eat now growing 
mental schedule
           buy in fast 
                    for short expiry 
          the unrest station 
        asleep to the city
whose  cursors file
the high recruitment 
   where they 
           in part 
not any more 
of a future life 
      cannot claim 
its compact storage 
           in face of said 
                absence required full 
  name protective
       owe the right to the 
                 fast as declined 
its composition 
  includes all the beautiful
   flowers that exist 
  in the world in 
        tranches truly 
all bright 
                 which is to say 
            growth  finds   its only 
       tool in itself-so 
name this and
                        please be safe