inches before dusk

in amongst

the glisten

faded dukes and

disconcerted pillars


one another’s


a robot bee

attends to the

foxglove bells

a warbler

enthralled by

glassy winged flyers

a stoke of roots

ink from the

graceful cripple

i tend your

shimmer that

sudden trembles

and tries to remark

tries to but the tide

of the mouth is well -

gleamed, a cathedral

even, swells with,

sighed with

an ache arcs

lightning thru’

the back

as if butterfly’s

have shuddered

thorough minded




in amongst

the glisten,

of spider cotton floors

and the moths

that assemble

there desiccated

the swoon of

bent worlds


so distant now

their grapple





that view roams silence

that seagull

soared window

an ease of

slow drifts grey

the solitary i -

find in watching

the breeze fingered


held there like

fly appalled

webs, breathable,

some kind of

lung shimmer

that tree points

from the wind hurried

cliffs, balancing birds

imperfect limbo hang

you can imagine

waves in mermaid

song, i drift there


thru the swirls of

ever folding wet

blues, drownable

and sublime

mostly i

laze there in

narratives of


staring past the

sill, staring past

rusty land, below

isn’t quite adult

it has severe paces

of drowning as if

everyone is filled

with rain

he’ll not know

oh the trip of rain

first sunbeam audiences

then shimmers grey

worse still, thumbprints

of water wields this

sadness further

of all the days a crew

cut feels the knives

feels audible frost

a cold car squats and

gargling, wants to

be full of footsteps

wants to be away with

the filthy traffic, some-

ones eyes refuse another

a bent dog colour of shrapnel

by a dustbin lid an offal kind

of mirror

the day is saying it is unlit

and won’t be responding

deep in the armchair of sulking

many are masks and droned

in their striding, dreary has

come to visit

gloom about its oversized coat

gargoyles in so many cheerless


i ran from the rain’s

frantic aim quite dewdrop

glistened shoulders

but root down warm

a newspaper chased

by an invisible lung

a gust of fingers

dances its pages

a coffee dash into

butter decor and

people lipped -

gateau addicts

stood in front of

cream volumes, sin

and raucous cherry

pastry trousers

a fellow of melted

winter, of perfect

blond whispers, a

smile inspires voltage

as if to say undo my eyes

and peer what’s inside,

it’s quite a fall, a delightful

panic in my testicles

the gaze i borrowed

“of look away” became

magnetic and refused

every other direction

of all the smiles, i sang

mine most sweetly i rang

its offer of anatomical

invitation, he departed

a departure of unlikely

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