it figures
ten past eight
the siren - quite faint
like highway patrol
ten four
route sixty six
why for
am I telling you this
at seventy one
i don’t do why for s
any more
fifteen minutes
past eight
enough i say
it’s a typo
it’s all a bloody type O
it figures
ten past eight
the siren - quite faint
like highway patrol
ten four
route sixty six
why for
am I telling you this
at seventy one
i don’t do why for s
any more
fifteen minutes
past eight
enough i say
it’s a typo
it’s all a bloody type O
penclawdd - and the
sloughing of a snake-black night
broken boats with mud-arsed sailors
foot-printed down a sworn-drawn breath
estuarine slither-e-slither the delta worms
the sloped-shadowed masts of the mudders
goose-stepped gulls / urchin-crunch-shrined
rag-wormed slime-warm and the long-slow
riding of a tide’s bottom-splat until
the the tabernacle bell summons
what! is it muddy sunday already?
cataract
every corpuscle in my blood
a poem
every neurone
a new line
every molecule
cadence
every breath
turns a new page
every quantum
a stop
every photon
a colon
the peristalsis of
every opus corpus
is semi comatose
between the book covers
every day’s end is
every day’s beginning
of a poem
that will flow in the blood
of a sigh
or in a grimace
of despair
i just love that
don’t you
grit
every raindrop forms around a spec of dust
every pearl around a grain of sand
life is the stones in your shoe
heaven a bowl of warm water
remembering the pain
in a time of peace
we stride forth
enchanting
perched on the confluence of city and wildness
built of warm stone words and whorls of worlds
slow gone out with the tide that will return
to lift the boats and walk with the herons
and tourists lost in carried words
the half understanding of the looking
around each corner’s corner gated
in an aged boathouse with a ghost
from new york
looking back
you see who you were
not who you are
looking forward
you see who you might be
not who you will be
he’s gone doolally tup
he’s drunk too much
he’s got the d d DTs
he’s gone doolally tup
he’s toxic like
shaking ‘n shivering
gone doolally tup
you’ve done it now
you’ve gone to far
he’s gone doolally tup
they took him in
they sectioned him
he’d gone doolally tup
but he’s quieter now
he’s coming out
then he went doolally tup
they injected him
the four male nurses
they went doolally tup
its was supper time
his time for bed
now don’t go doolally tup
well there it is
my sorry tale
i’ve gone doolally tup
LISTEN UP
NOW LISTEN UP
i’ve gone doolally tup
i’ve gone doolally tup
how it says
lay upon the music of the dawn
the cat snuggle
on the circling of the day
the way the lavender bobs
the clouds just
float across the tea
and me asleep along a line or two
float waiting for a bite again
from the one that got away
he is
he is ian isn’t he
ian he is i am telling thee
it’s he
it’s ian see
the way he is strolling see
the way it’s he
here in cleethorpes
fancy
asking he if it’s he
likely he is or
like he might
not be he
but thee ask he
go warn
ian
go warn go warn
‘they’
stepped over the gibbering
shocked masses of
anguish
laughing it off
on their way to the university of soft knocks
privialed to be privileged
hoi polloi be a good boy
here’s a stick
fetch
good boy good boy
there’s a good girl
now then now then
sit!
follow my lead
now that [A] you say
stands for
Assassination
the grade extinction
the degradation of the
non-event horizon
the singularly unfair
career ring into
the clearing out
of the termite mounds
the get back where
theEE
belong
and for Algorithm
of course
repeat
summer
trying on all the fashions
until it settles for russet red
and walks out without paying
a second thought
other than will it go with white
for the new year’s ball
super a market
and - as always - the freshest poem is at the back
not too soft or too hard
not too thick or thin skinned
well past its sell-by date
the buy one only get one offer
that is your reading of the shelf
next to the checkout
time is running out without paying
alarm!!
he says
this moon-drawn breath
domed on an estuary
halted he would say
haunted and stopped
the shadows conjure
indecision in the darkening
lights come on
in fairyside
and still it holds
Impressed here
the words are the sound
this i’ve found
imprinted imprinted
unlimited
the wheel
surreal
round and round
impressive sound
oil and ink
n ink and oil
and so it goes
and so it goes
and so it goes
it prints evermore
A lesson in the school of hard knocks
Life ( IS ) unfair
It shouldn’t be
It needn’t be
But is ( IS )
If we ever ‘sort it’ then
Hey up!
Along comes death
personification
poetry wishes to be a person
to be heard
to be seen
for what it is
for what it isn’t
for that is what it is
oh dear john
cold that gets colder gets colder
that never warms with time
like the expansion of the universe
that goes on and on and on
love forever never ends
cold gruel was once a hot pot
tears were once a smile
again
a ‘for dear john guzlowski’ poem
chemistry
triplumbic tetroxide
you’re making me frown
you stood and you watched as
my precipitate came down
vanadium pentoxide
you have converted me too
catalysed the reaction
made SO3 from SO2
potassium permanganate
your oxygen demand
has turned my fingers purple
as i started to titrate
with an indicator’s hand
or black with silver nitrate
or acid red and alkaline blue
so turn off the Bunsen
the H2S generator too
there’s nothing left to do son
the assays are over for you
switch off the extractor
the double distiller H2O
the muffle furnace a factor
across the linoleum floor
dim the lights for the night shift
as the works hums a lullaby or two
the chemistry a rich gift
i’ll leave it here with you
beached
the sea speaks with the shrieks of children
and gulls raucous upon icecream cornets
folding blues into whites
into the coves of waves running
like the roars of caved trumpets
heralding the unpicking of the sky’s bobbin
across screaming seams torn with a knife’s horizon
that i spy from a deckchair striped in snooze
feet upped hatted and as red as
a raspberry sorbet melting
drunk of the sun’s plum breath
eyes like piss holes in the sand
salt-hidden as an X in a pirates dream
a parody of shiver me timbers jim lad
and so i am
fast asleep
in the deep end
buried under warm sand