from long ago and far away
plaid frocks
time clocks
two pieces of meat
a meal well-earned
a blasphemous something
a cloud of geese
telephone poles
radio static
the silence of noise
the buzzing traffic
its just like you said
the baleful fridge's stare
three birds on their poles
the art of noise
some politics for beginners
the traces of jelly
the sigh unsaid
the great beyond
a division in time
the freestyle hand
the rush of chemicals
coming off them
the chronology of love
the chronology of space
burnt letters black with gall
the yellow faded heartsong
the cave with nothing at all
eating out your heart
tablespoons
bleeding in bed
neon glory
wonder parchment
paper edited to be reed again
the secret mystic truth
the sacred
the devout
the divine
the defunct
the finkratnosebottle
the blue purple sky
the electricity that races
[in me tonight]
the fizzy blood
the artificial nose
the wild geese of marshland
the tiger in its lair
forest green beetles
an egyptian prayer
the swan's song
a dying refrain
about maths and history
geography for detention
your hands
folding away sin
the hands digging in
the purity invaded
the cross and its blood faded
the hanging tree
the water you can walk over
the lake of dead fish
the sky with birds flying backwards
the lonely timeticking of the sea
the air afloat
inside the balloon-heart
holy face with its secret smile
the painter with no fingers
the artist with no art
the beggar selling roses
the fruitseller's dreams
the smell of shrimp
the richness of noon
the water inside a tree
the nightmares of roots
the yearning of high cards
the roaming horses
their billowing manes
the sails of sinking ships sinking
the last good man falling
the last dance of the evening
the crossbow and the axe
the bloody hammers of gods
the only kudzu in the world
the way it all ends
the way it once began
the time we had
the time we lost
the people in the news
the people playing pattycake
the people eating people
such a rush
[slow down]
.
and all the men are gargoyles /dipped long in irish stout
the whole place is pickled /the people are pickles for sure
and no-one knows if they've done more here
/than they ever would do in a jar..