Friday 8 July 2022

Remmesgate (draft)


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.