Remmesgate
Everything is 5 minutes 41 seconds
faster on Jacob's ladder
the anti-piss stones
marshal you down
where you find
in macadamed light
Marx on a beach
on Ramsgate sands,
from the Plains of Waterloo
solemn struggle these straits
while a Trans-Europa ferry
registered as My Lucky Star
is sold for scrap,
hornwracked the moss animal
bryozoan, and some stone jetties
stretch out to the North Sea
was yellowish
the night you gave up on me
with dawns early light
on old red eyes
lily pink the american reds
Pig Alley with its narrow passageways
remembering Pugin
where the disjointed frames
divided into flats
of lost symmetry in English house,
and being limbless on benches
on poverty wages
the lark was singing
near Albion Gardens
"In memory of," dry rot
in our basement flat
on Liverpool Lawn
forgotten Augusta Steps
on East Cliff, now to
gnarled roots on tider boards
where the grain barge
headed for Hudsons mill.
