Weirdos,
acid casualties,
a-minor people,
hanging off
the Phalange,
stuck in gunge,
malingering & snivelling
by the out pipe,
doing the what the fucks and who am I’s.
Can you hear me?
Aint no rainfall
when she comes
Aint no torrents
any more
Aint no rainfall
when she comes
aint no back pain
when she comes
opening the door
~
Inoi
know ino
I no in
o I no now
I now no
~
Aint no moonshine
Then she’s gone
Fallen on the shore
Evensong
Dripped
spent cartridge
kaleidoscope
compound vivid fractures
small perfect green shamrock
blossoms thrive oddly
the earth smells brown
~
Laud’s Book of Common Prayer
Chimes like drafty field mice
Checking out the winter lodging
~
Afterwards
By the round
Complexity
Profound squalid textures
Loom large acute strandscape
Suds weave osprey
The sea smells green
Grimbeau 