Nantucket II

Two points, a bearing is at hand; and character is –

there's one of the fiercest, time looming

large on the face – a sounding measure.

The buzz of copper bells, another note is added;

come up to shore and exhaust.

The landscape journal soaked with firm setting

delays. The new signal carries bassoon notes

up to the dome and amongst a nexus of clouds;

context rising through, an air compression.

Be that as it may: who's scuttled overground?

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Oh, to write a poem that goes nowhere in particular. Written whilst listening to The Foghorn: A Celebration. 

Township

O to be pleasantly busy with that hot bizness

of poetry or up late; be certain

that colliding verbiage is

WOW! A Good One!

Pinched ideas & let down by gradual

isotropic decay – the perfect radial motion.

Exclusive and a prankster is reciting moments

from a future, transferred and pleasantly backlit; harangue

TOWNSHIP – TOWNSHIP – MERITS there is TOWNSHIP

There are times when the school you've pleasantly adhered or

signed up to is no more than running slow motion through a

pleasantly spooky high-school corridor while the bows rub

against the strings disharmoniously. There are times when it's

all quick cuts to & fro, reverse shots or pleasantly nothing more. 

O I am

fickle and in love with your illustrious tricks. O be so

but pleasantly.

-est-est-est

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Here's something that didn't make the cut, as they say:

emeth

The silhouette falls across the entrance,

rapt Cathy calls out a warning --

this one is a painter but moves

more like an errant detective,

scrapes his mud across the carpet.

Later, Cathy will make

a golem of the

thing.

Tracing the steps back, they end

just beneath the lintel – a star

is framed below the right angle.

It's here our man abides

with a fixed stare,

awaiting the cue to

begin the whole process

again.

Cathy's eyes are sensitive.

Her good deeds unreferenced.

Her fear of the coop ecstatic.

The Fleetingest

My book came out last week. It's my first one and you can get it here.

For JS

& that's the day you became the

toxic-assest hound; un-loud and

present you, marvellous with the

eyes, and conflicts of interest

made hardy by the barriers,

no dialect of exchange shall

shallow these workings,

how you doing this? Bus

ridge melts fixtures to their

                                    fittings