midlevel

fragments of a disenchanted faery world
arms hung low to guard the tide,
blood and tears
how simple her plot
hair wound 'round the pedestal,
legs and cloth
a dance
to become

although without anything else
she wouldn't have made it.
not the bayer's sweet call
as he hauled the shipload in

and as eternity bleeds
mortal lives sill can be
something more

in eventuality
care will come to those
who care.
and there will be
some room in there.

where she keeps it hidden
calling rat catchers on their business.

exit 3 0 9

lady goes down on you at work
forms of flesh pauses
worked, empty
dated valid question
missing ancestry hidden simian tone
lady leaves a pink note, elastic
and musical
functioning although
the inside parts don't mean shit...
it's all about converting up to down
the flies near the clock on the wall,
your sitting frame,
a room of blameless unity
how could it be the same?

around the start, before the illusion

programmed linear
shot-put photograph
endless reminders
connected differently
formed blast-space
endless lost embrace
coordinate slave-mate
visual congregate
of all shades from the sides
brilliance spouting out
reaching about
water finds its way,
and we all pause and stay
to find out where it sprays
ranged out in our summer clothes
bedecked, frocked, furnished
draped and pockets deep
mouths dry and teeth clean.

a two part poem in the middle of watching terminator 3

1

forget that he said
as he threw it in reverse
another wasted junktrap
no bottles to empty,
no girls on the highway
lately coming closer
the ending was to meet him
but he had to divorce her.

2

visualise perfect death
that's what he kept
when he left the nest
another line for these dead fools
let's hope we've got this right
because if we're going to be on radio
we've got to walk through, caution-tight