11 April 2025
individually anomalous
cling wrapped verbs squirm on shelves each the runt of a litter of opportune nouns
the history of trees told by wind in their branches so far from their roots to be a truthless
hosanna farm holiday and here’s an announcement that beckons gauze over form
the hills i mean malvern hills i mean a beacon is lit the first fitful notion of light
by a hand solo before matches you could be forgiven just fill in this form
fortean rays in a ray bow above oft quoted arrows of showers shaving this
poem from nothing. there is no hint of contrivance an army of clarinets led by an oboe
my lips press on the thought yes all this could be air dough disobedient hands model it
for medals to place over one’s eyes a veil over knuckles their aphrodisiacal imaginary
a bestiary of surprise yes a song escapes from a cage to form handcuffs black tape
binder wire and my story. the moon is my mentor for freedom my bare feet on frost a
bonzai poem’s always starved for dirt let me trim you with tweezers or would you prefer
my finger and thumb?