Out West
Over a door
Named ‘EXIT’
A light is flashing
But everyone ignores it
They go on
Walking
Reading
Trying to write
Underground
Brick + Rock
Become canyons
And Crevasses
Under willful man’s hungry hands
The train empties
As it leaves the centre
And the mid-morning
Begins to feel
Like a truanting day
Deserted by meaning
Devoid of structure
The trim on her shoe
Matches the fence and the wall
It could be an ad
For life
CRICKLEWOOD
Monopoly dwellings
Abandoned toys
CRICKLEWOOD
Condom bins
Still
In the absence of breath
Of breezes
CRICKLEWOOD
A land of fog
And fences
And once
A little Ireland
Some chemistry arises
Rises within me
From gut
To chest
To heart
Why call it spirit?
Why not?
Write by the meter
Then snip-off
All you need
Each has gone
There
Gone their own way
Oblivion or bust
Sunk to earthly paradise
Where teeth still hurt
The train window is taped
Held in place
And I don’t forget
To touch out
Policeman of this city’s soul
HENDON
Greeted by
A lipsticked penguin
Walk across
Eight lanes
And words make you cry
This kind of immanence
Where the everyday
The immediate
And their inscription
Coincide
One inside the other
Aah! Those poems
And those poets
How crucial they are
First thought
HENDON
Best thought
HENDON
Bouyed by the pen
Borne by the pad
Leaves
Re-Cycled
Nature
Is making a comeback
Pinch Rosemary
Your snuff
Laurels push
Through railings
Breaking the rule
That says
You must lose
Sweet wrappers
Pass downhill
And there is
After all
Sure enough
A chill
Fake snow
Heaped on
A mystery box
And the yews
In your garden
Make it
More grave
The spy’s apartments
Are topped off
With aerials
EDMUNDS’ COURT
Is listening
Everyone is watching
But none can see
The world over
Their shoulder
Some chemistry
Arises in me
From gut
To throat
And my feet swing
To the rhythm
Of my old heart’s beat
Others honk
And hurry
The mystery boxes
Call on my attention
The London Planes
Psychedeel
Where the road sign
Is ripped
From Its Place
FABER GARDE – N…
‘This Is A Neighbourhood Watch Area’
MEMORY FULL