20.04.25
Crawling down the slue
of your name pishogues
sometimes with blood
& my floating care near
not enough the wold cures
precious nakedness,
as if to reassure itself not enough
sealed behind bins or
some elevation near Roberts Close
to watch again not enough
care remade into chase or found
means a hole, or tear.
& when you escape your
tract & leak into other places
in your body opening palmistry
& nights panic
the lungs or bloodstream
these zones are silent,
anechoic nearnight come
barbitone dawns chorus
I can see your face
buried in mine,
watching the livestream
of Our Lady & St Vincent
& loosened hair orts, containers,
useless things solemnly whipped
through town & market-place ;
parts of the throat
I feel through the skin,
& not die in your own sons
vacant bedroom
Hosanna to split
can hardly write
these lines of epithet
Red Diamonds White Lux Marbles
bodys nags crescents haped
hurts dumb brassictongue 2 switch
on junket staithe silo
move again for what it’s worth
was alone together.
