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

Out West