Woolwich
Down from the hill
Towards the bridge
The common Queen
Asks me to leave her ship
Repulse War Spite
And narrow dead ends
30th January 2002
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Thursday, 19 February 2009
View From Normanton Church Rutland Water
Bosworth Field
Fell field
I, a child
Made your death my own
To fall,
To save you, from you
Hell man,
I've seen perfect fields
Past your dream of hills
Rope and lovely bridges
Flat canals, shored up
Fed crimson from Bosworth Field
Past the gym clothed
Milky white thighs
And land girls
Trip me with their narrow thoughts
Pause, at St. Marys Church
Among child graves
And rain sheds
Stride
Like a praying mother
Smaller Empires
Left throne
Breeze in
Like a missile
Unable to give one jot
Metronome offspring
Run through
Networks of hell under us
Awake!
Will your stomach stand
Your final day?
Out of nowhere,
In the marble afternoon
24 August 2005(Re-written 10th December 2006)
Fell field
I, a child
Made your death my own
To fall,
To save you, from you
Hell man,
I've seen perfect fields
Past your dream of hills
Rope and lovely bridges
Flat canals, shored up
Fed crimson from Bosworth Field
Past the gym clothed
Milky white thighs
And land girls
Trip me with their narrow thoughts
Pause, at St. Marys Church
Among child graves
And rain sheds
Stride
Like a praying mother
Smaller Empires
Left throne
Breeze in
Like a missile
Unable to give one jot
Metronome offspring
Run through
Networks of hell under us
Awake!
Will your stomach stand
Your final day?
Out of nowhere,
In the marble afternoon
24 August 2005(Re-written 10th December 2006)
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Wellow
Wellow
Little Seas
Seeth within,
A suggestive landscape
Of hopeful alignment.
On Winkle Street
Knowing no one knew,
I was balancing there.
'I lived inside myself',
Like in a sea shell,
Affronted!
And,
Leaving for the mainland.
May 1st 2006
Little Seas
Seeth within,
A suggestive landscape
Of hopeful alignment.
On Winkle Street
Knowing no one knew,
I was balancing there.
'I lived inside myself',
Like in a sea shell,
Affronted!
And,
Leaving for the mainland.
May 1st 2006
Castle Rising
Castle Rising
I caught you when you fell at Sans Souci
Only eight - You felt it for real
I notice the big estates - the Follies
On Roman lines
The castles steep defense mute No time!
Only distance to the Kings place
Along the Ways.
What will become of them?
I, off to Kings Cross
And when I end the world will end too.
6th August 2001
I caught you when you fell at Sans Souci
Only eight - You felt it for real
I notice the big estates - the Follies
On Roman lines
The castles steep defense mute No time!
Only distance to the Kings place
Along the Ways.
What will become of them?
I, off to Kings Cross
And when I end the world will end too.
6th August 2001
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Tynemouth
Tynemouth
I do this sometimes.
Rapt, thoughtless sit,
As a ship leaves port,
At lea, cove or cliff.
The year the arch fell in
Tour Bus Ladies Ride,
Pictures of Health
Are Petrified.
There's prettiness yet.
To Blyth on Mustard Paths
Long Sands on Velvet Beds,
Through Deep Cuts.
Via Colourcoats or Souter Head.
In the year of the Mosquito
By flooded bandstand,
I stood: In sea lashed Amble
Knowing I would, turn back.
Now: In Primrose
Under a Silver Sky
The Neon's out,
The stairwell still.
To Cleadon Flats.
The night Marsden arch fell in.
I do this sometimes.
Rapt, thoughtless sit,
As a ship leaves port,
At lea, cove or cliff.
The year the arch fell in
Tour Bus Ladies Ride,
Pictures of Health
Are Petrified.
There's prettiness yet.
To Blyth on Mustard Paths
Long Sands on Velvet Beds,
Through Deep Cuts.
Via Colourcoats or Souter Head.
In the year of the Mosquito
By flooded bandstand,
I stood: In sea lashed Amble
Knowing I would, turn back.
Now: In Primrose
Under a Silver Sky
The Neon's out,
The stairwell still.
To Cleadon Flats.
The night Marsden arch fell in.
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