I picked up two dozen shards
from a splintered bottle – pale
ale [or something equal] & laid
it in my open palm – too close
…/
I was her basajuan
[on her mountains]
where lives were all
or nothing – ancient
ways of woodlands
…/
No devices [nor desires] are enough
to soften her bluff [when you pull at
her smite]/ You’ll not disaffirm them
by clean strikes of keys or hammers
…/
There’s nothing rarer
among our common
times as upfront lies
A done deed rubs at
skin & lays out scars
[as if a patched path
…/
Quantum entanglement stumped
Einstein – Albert’s atomic mess &
particle debates – we haven’t any
idea – twins separated but stuck/
…/
This is normal – here – now –
against veneers – an unkind
grin [a bilious funk of newer
threats] – their hiemal ways
…/
We bear maleficent sisters –
panache & obsolescence –
only their surfaces matter/
Be put aside – to be ousted
by a lover
…/
No – do not ask me
which three people
inspired me – you’d
not approve
…/
When did you last listen to all of Quadrophenia?
Pull on a coat designed for offshore wind]/ I will
attend/ We will ascend Firle Beacon’s pinnacle &
l will ask Why did you? – or similar to – no replies
…/
It is bare – a scuddy littoral
raked clean by rip tides/ In
low dunes I sleep [I’ll return
from faded holiday revisits –
just let me rest] …/