the last of all marchers
& out for the year.
Nouveau Flapless in the garments of rich
hunger, living on potatoes & nitro-glycerine.
Flame Ode
‘and the warm weather is holding’
far back, whisky
nailed the plate, he
kissed an Ace
On into
overmuch, pukey niblets
in the shadow of the magic mushroom
children held rooms for grief in the mild autumn
And why won’t he come, my mother in the pantry
flames shift
in the sky
working late in a crane
But, he did not, arrive, he
left
& a crime reporter reviewed my poems, the
last bud
with a quote from mike mcclure
the lion roared back
sleek beast
flames melt
factory gates
the blackmailer treads over the instruments
of the poor shift
people have to eat
Ode
Urals postmaster, this is your
dead child! Ecto-
lunch on the shore, spherical
& gorgeous.
tattle for
a leaf, butter in your eyes
as you fall.
a dream
of deltas in whose sunken shore
his weightless sister
drives her car
of charity. au bord de la
pollisonne rouge, he struck
the platform.
rainy cheeks of the driver on the
train at Koblenz, Monday
of the year, a
Swiss descendant dream.
But
clank another
point to
the maquis, altar
in the offside, together
by the feminine
time.
outside the violent plant.
watching the skater’s line
swell.
Ode to the Unborn
her name was Bonney and although she wasn’t registered
she bored a hole through his iron idiot heart
Blinking foam of nefertiti
singular & coral-inclined, lip
less & many loved, wheel
your spikeless machine
towards the sensitive plant
in a poem by Percy, away
from the violent garden:
Speak to the sepal nations
laid down with fathom
less bit
umen to follow
on into the newly
taken day
Snake Paint Sky
beaming Anaconda of parthian monumentalism your
votes gloss acidly these white stone derivations
I’m forever in excess to
when sneeringly literal
to contours
suds abide
vapour-crushed
borne lycanthropically
by slippers
truck-hearted
confluence
of equally mad
sources
electrically
bridled
Tenderly those
crackling head-waters
fray
to porky
mitts
in blood
the sky & I widen, aching
for the vulva
clam.
Ode Grey Rose
death beholder
lynx shoulderblade tundra dart
in cold
brother sleep
all of that
or not
death reminder
obituary cremation refusal placement
ganglia warfare in wood neck lace
panto Plato revives
death bewilder
wild wolf eye
sudden snake eye
gut button
acid
suds abide in lycanthropic
fancy tollbridge Amersham
death bereaver
logs fortify
damn is dam
so Elma
can perpetuate his league of sighs
death betrayer
believer
narcosis famine cat struck
extensions of the form
poetry sleep death
Dunce Ode
O pusillanimous orb de la Brillo
fetch pseuds!
Agate
pimps my forest
virgin
cigarette,
spatial confluence
of stars.
Pulp & sunupness
your hay was my trial
in my mad brother’s
prole tick-tock.
Indulge such wagons-lit.
Juice cups
inside lipstick,
gamboge blue.
Pollen.
White
cone.
Ode Stem Hair
Crepuscular phantoms energise manhood, soap.
Suds of jazz inebriate the mountain,
manners go. Fat city, lush
tandem for these northern dreams
conveying all there is to know
of bread.
Carbon.
Wolves
rise.
Beasts murmur
in lard.
Frig tits when they
lubricate
the starlet’s feathered
twat.
Belly.
Honey.
Bread.
Tough.
Panther Freckles
O pulchritudinous orb de la dish scourer,
bring suds!
Fan abolishment, tense grebelet,
overcooked in horny apple fat, muscadet.
Steaming
mind-jars kill
your
cock
song
Cream the city
Gristle piston
inside bone.
Amps
Clit.
Ode Peace Fog
Cry and she wanders, through
ladders of fern.
Glandular prussic,
fast mouth, turned
on flesh that
knows no bite
though thousands feasted
on her moons
of fat.
Flame lips.
Suck thighs.
Exit.
Fight your hunger,
eat!
Let her come
in leather,
sheer black.
Disease Ode Carrot Hair
Sample the hardness, trite mania.
Finger all that’s there,
pus.
The billows are mighty
in a thrush of spots.
Venery
tart lickings.
You want
you say, mindless.
Locked.
Fall on her.
Delight the crew.
Flushing.
Drambuie.
Steps.
Fox Brain Apple Ode
Spangled balconies abound
with webs of murder in
the vine.
Try the madness, drink
rain
& wine.
This is she.
Untouchable.
Moths flame inside her
crimson yoni,
as if she were a Zodiac
in pink July.
Blaeberries
torn from their
skin.
Her horny towers
stand on steel
& shine.
Menstrual poke
of blood.
Furred fuck.
Vixen.
Lash Ode
I put my walking stick
inside.
Its steel tip runs, towards
her cashmere
breast.
Wax her.
Shame the day.
Blame lizards
for the iguana rain.
Leverets.
Fences
& phones.
Apples ground
in mills
are red
and green.
How much you mean
to others,
more to me. Pods
that glaze
snap open tiny
bulbs who eat
my stem
towards the sky.
Cirrus.
Vixen Head /What Small Hands
This is the dirt, far
language. You
turn the consequence,
nowhere.
Fret love.
Back home to
solitary murder
in the vine.
No hair
on you is always
red
upstairs.
Timber trapped
in trees.
Dance without
moving
an inch.
Kiss me.
Cut grass
& urine.
You are awake.
I love you.
What a mouth.
Beak Ode
Open your black-backed gull.
See her, inside.
Fine bird,
hen.
Pearl
orange barley.
Shrink, wear partial vests
of stitchwort
campion
& lace.
(Filters red
&
blue.)
Cave
rime.
Mottled death,
&
Pan.
Ode:Resolution
Pass the aconite.
Wear monk’s hood
ringed with
wolf bane.
French words dominated
Chaucer’s day.
They ate away
the oak & rose.
Strangeling
Changeling
Chatterton knew
his way to a
northern
Cup. That kind
of final act
is difficult
to follow. He lay down
& was Recognised
in romantic oils.
Watch yr breath.
It will lie
to you then lie
down and stop. Blank
is the colour
of his separation
from language & life.
Asbestos.
Cadmium.
Flame Ode
Make your naked phone call moan, listen
to a police radio.
Victorian landscaped gardens
mend his
horny mind.
Quit
now.
Cascade your promises
like unfulfilled
stars.
Tawny planets.
Fiery rings.
Eric Burdon
and Johnny Cash
say so.
Pauline
axe.
Fill what’s there
with gelded
heifer-blood.
Tups.
Distinct reflection
mirrored
green
& Mighty.
Walled gravy
is a
marriage mess.
Fantastic stick.
Divorce horizon.
Fuck off
get.
Torpedo
Make your naked pencil mine. Play
gradient hands
across this sexy northern
cattle grid.
Rattle
your hooves
on it.
Alarm bells
drink
the seed.
Lavender torpedo.
Grayling can’t
match
yr movement.
Eat
hooks
&
wormy barbs.
To win,
suck
seed.
Ode White Sail
(for John Everett)
Show me the door
I can’t ask for more.
Sailors docked
here.
Ropes line the house.
Oak-pin
skulls
survive the
China Sea.
Albion, your
waters fringed
with foam.
Everett picks
cardboard from
his master’s
trunk.
He paints directly onto square
scraps of sail.
Nazi
Stukas blow
his aquatints
sky-high.
Stolen masterpiece.
Decks recede.
Sombreros tilt
in horse latitudes,
hands sew
thick thread.
Rum.
Tough biscuits.
Brine.
Ode Black Spur
Spurs of neonised leather
smoke the night,
inside a Mondrian
shirt.
Locust purity.
Claire Bloom’s
face
has obviously been
steam ironed
into that melancholy
regard.
(Actresses
are magnets to
the common man –
Silk torpedoes
in a dressing-room)
Vixenated threats
of pus
&
horny graphite marginalia
are the
bangles
she
wears tight.
Char bread.
Trout loaf.
Purple feathers
flex against
the sky of my
side.
Tender grebes
delatinise
the moon.
We
suck imaginary
tides.
Mia Farrow
Her wild oregano
delights
my empty room.
Buy
scarab wings,
phallus opium.
Cropped hair.
Pool eyes.
Bud mouth.
Remembered
bevelled cheeks
of
Iroquois.
Beware of young girls.
Viper Suck Ode
(for Paul)
After copulation
Tyger
turns upon her
sexy mate
claws unsheathed.
Fuck snot
gleams her open
jaw.
Mate lies
down.
You cannot petition
the Lord
with prayer.
That’s right
Jim.
But
you
took an early
Bath
when a Shower
wd
have Done.
Real Ode
1
Wedding rings & tears. You are on
the edge of nowhere, next
to a moat.
(We
met for lunch
in secret
Soho
squares.)
We cheated
but not with ourselves.
Tangerine
frock
hugs pleated
folds
to
restless
body
Rim.
Happy then.
Smiled.
‘I can’t see
to finish this’
Right.
Conifer
&
Carp.
Swan.
Ghastly
sight.
2
Quote what’s left of loveliness, bend
separation & divorce
into your struggling moat hair.
Orange
fight.
Lips
bowed skyward
in a
smile.
Not now.
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