Structures

Greasy pancakes and the climbing sun

           the vine!

neighbours for hours the forsythia
scythed as no surprise            a delivery man
comes and vanishes
           unseen    as a sign

       ammoniacal birdsong
impressing our preoccupations
into the shape of a fish
       that could drift past the
desecrations            commerce days
pain            riveted into jeans

         left the naked other dumb
the fragrant incarnation spoons rice pudding

behind him the wave swells
dinner goes on
       and the train, by
Sealand cargo wit
and meaning lugged around on iron

head soft

                 a gravel judgement
streels into the grey of the street on weekdays
arctic
barren and slippery.

*

Go peek       on the pedestal
   endless eructations

"We have a mountain.
       Will you climb it?"

We'll see. My Sherpa's dead.
       Sure paid enough for him.

I'm tired of walking. Cable a kingdom
for a car. A career.

Some summit. Some saw it.

High tension on the monkeybars

She shit in the sandpit

I try to rise above the here

but there's no point or sense. I don't believe in it.
Running around or sitting. Each day convinces us.

*

Day day day     night

      and day.

Free hold        frangipane
some angst

a brittle element

of choice in everything.

Spine spiralling into a serpentine clue

   turpentine fumes
chapped hands clapped

time a while       lapsed
stripped stretched

and hung        my dears
         by the canvas.

*

Excavations.            Out of the cave the idea dives

the grindstone fixed                 to its skinny scabbed ankle

What a relief!                 Since derided

yet a million clammy pilgrims                 scuff its clay

piety.

Avoid conceptions.
                     Take a pill.

Urinous grove                 where we sat and sneezed

discussed the animals                 their theft

the crack abandoned                 hammocky scaffold

               kind misunderstandings


Consolation tomatoes                stolen and sweet

brave as tinder you do                 "a great deal

more than sitting in carriages"                 i.e. drive

               "The dogs stared with all their eyes"

*

The knife grinder drove around all day
rang his bell up my street and
some hour later
he come down yours.
It was rainy and cool. Hot.
Cus all the slugs was out
on their patios.

(Green yawnings
and eventual internal delicacy surprise
   a murder by raindrop
with rose hipped delight
actually sharp
and straight to it.)