Rain & rain from the
west and the clouds in the shape. Man walks in. Crows circle.
Where you from boy ? He
says he comes. Says he comes from the borders, boy. He
Breathes in the dry lights
& dries him. Aspires
All the quick animals. The angry the secretive ones.
What are their nakes? (What are their) marks?
When he stood up he knocked him back down and the cold.
All night in the lane in the hedgerow lays. Drinking.
His breath it comes out
of the man like in sheets, like. Water frozen inside inside the
They cuts the small tree
and they lay it down. In a line. Like a cut to the neck, half
Feels the poplar with his
teeth, and the birch. Makes its paper sweet. Where the
Comes into us. Sleep. The
Animals sleep. Sucking it down through a straw. The
Makes a hedgerow, thus.
I lie in the fields and
watch. The grasshoppers grass. Tobacco the tail makes. Bitter
Split grass in the fingers
and blew. An acorn cup. Whistles with the fingers inside.
One day lay there and saw
ghosts wrapped round the house. Like wool. Sometimes
She woke early & feed
the child. Warmed her hands over the ring and light up. Looks
Lived in a cave and could
not die. Had the power to heal others & knew salves and
She feed the child, plastic
bottle on the plastic table. Robins fight off their partners &
Must be lying a couple of
hours there and before. Train miles up the track. How we
Venus with Pluto and so.
Hair blowing back down the tracks. Walking into our face.
The birds in the tunnel.
Forget how to sing. Fly straight in and don't come back out
Sleep in the roofs and eat
smoke. From the old trains from Ledbury. Where the queen
Only I remember her. This
day. The day she died in. To allow Prometheus to allow.
In the pond skimmers' waters.
They go down. Comes round the wrists then the cold
Consumes you. Spring waiting.
Summer rolls off the water and it comes it comes.
Walk with the day's eye
from daisy where. Water in the woods. Breaking. Wearing
Unfolded my sex there, with questions. Beneath this tree.
Mapped the stars with my
guide with. My silver ring. Mould around the tiles. This
Thunderflies line the shelf. Like black indians.
My secrets are.
Opens the door and the catch
pops. Then reaches in for the key. The left hand
Reaches in for the key and
finds the key. Feels the cold brass on the fingers ball. The
Life is boundless. Sun.
(Was) In this barn where.
Where the night. Where the night lifts itself up & becomes,
Where we were climbed there
and her skin was all off & the flowers inside. Breathed
Inside night's clover. Beauty is. (But) it comes there.
Swifts circle the owl's
house. But the owl is. Let down. If you break open her pellets,
Beneath the purple eaves.
Light escapes through the cracks. To be lost there. Night
The moon is so empty now. We have left us with nowhere to go. Kissing is.
For good health wear bird's bones. In your clothes.
When you see a falling star,
Exits without darkness, without light.
When the horse chestnuts
blossom in May. The clock comes to measure it by. Songs.
Bullets drift. Down from
an open window. Hanging out. Burning sheets (that we)
A passage through glass,
through a season. "Look at this little earth." When the body
Via Latica. (Called the)
Milky Way. When the body. When the body dies it is. Gone
Cold in the dog.
Gone in June.
Petals fall off the blossom
then. (What mark to make of beauty?) Petals drop from the
It wakes up in the night and does not - Remember her name.
"Tell me." "Tell
me your name." "(He) calls me Brown." All
Loves the water but fears
it. Sleeps without dreams
Salmon in the river, untaught.
I [that] remember the teeth
of your hair, sometimes.
Dandelions over the dark
field darkness. Water hangs under. The lip of the bank the
Thistles (break) between
cows' teeth. River waits inside the stones singing. Waits it
O Kingfishers, it dreams of you. Black against the black river.
She climbs the sky &
walks there, summerlong. Sees the fields laid out beneath her
(I will I will surely drift
and slip away. In this light in this light in. This cold light.
Found her body there, kingfisher, beneath the bank. In the dead the dead water.
Will not write long after
this for this night for this long.
The organs. Light falls.
From the Comet Kohoetek.
Plates of rain.
A space ploughed up by the wind. (Acorn, Acker). A ripple or dark streak on the surface of water. (The same).
Storm passing. (Following). Fires in the fields. Purple flowers – Called something.
“Of all that is said in the world –”
Is a volume. A distant city.
Stole this from the ankle.
& sent it.
Heart Hammer / Paris / 1995