Thursday 25 July 2019

breath-play (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

Writ across my face
in silo the compound
arch is made 
out of bitter missives 
off idylls bleached into 
gantry singing 
tied up in sad yap 
and revisited as guest 
having no charm of quark,
are the burrows of your
comradeship lapel
unworn for the 
cipher school turned to 
papal kisses one by 
one to build the lagoon 
whilst white bonnet 
renders sympathy out 
the jurors 

Wednesday 10 July 2019

Bite off a live European chicken’s head?

 Bite off a live European chicken’s head? 
 Bite off a live European 
chicken’s head? 
 Bite off a live 
chicken’s head? 
 Bite off 
a live 
chicken’s head? 

Saturday 6 July 2019

the foot of green life, bad AUS (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

A mantle of suet, 
to wear charm school
 on threadbare 
 mask to gull have the 
face in laissez-faire
patsy, a soft touch 
as the garden of old school
  is biddable remember 
in sotto voce easily 
in an upstairs crony room
the public-space gurus
 are on new artificial hillocks 
    pilloried to roam freer 
favours hot arse 
down under turning 
to skilled predation 
with brittle alert 
     the admin cortex
   break given as 
bellwether smite 

Friday 5 July 2019

una casa en el extranjero (I wont pay) 2019

Card, foam card, ink, paint, sniff, paper,
 Astro grass, fixtures, coloured pencil, spray on grease

Wednesday 3 July 2019

Ode to Barry MacSweeney (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

Professional investment may be 

likened to those newspaper competitions 

in which the competitors have to pick out the 

six prettiest faces from a hundred photographs,

the prize being awarded 

to the competitor whose choice most nearly 

corresponds to the average preferences of the 

competitors as a whole so that each competitor 

has to pick, not those faces 

which he himself considers prettiest, 

but those which he thinks 

likeliest to catch the fancy of the other

competitors all of whom 

are looking at the problem from 

the same point of view

it is not a case of choosing 

those which, to the best of one's judgment,

are really the prettiest, nor even those 

which average opinion genuinely

thinks the prettiest we have reached

the third degree where 

we devote our intelligences

to anticipating what average

opinion expects the average 

opinion to be the ritual of the scapegoating