Smooth square
Lustrous marble reflecting the gazing air

Silence whilst the bells ring
But there’s ash in the street

Boot heels clinking like casino chips against it

George rickey
Post Monet exhibition suggestions

Beetle bus cricketing
Shaking its guts
Sitting in the 11th isle
Reflecting

Vienna

It’s been two weeks
Since my last correspondence

I’ve journeyed some way through Eastern Europe
And not cured you

I let the light of the cross pierce my iris
Stood there
Under the words of a looming statue
–
I am a terrible human
But with you, moon gazer
We are just one

Your shattered arms, scarred heart
Something for someone

I live an erratic life

I am an erratic son

And a daughter with them

London

I’m sorry trees I’m sorry body I’m sorry friends
for not performing

A willow chokes on its tears
They sprinkle against the water
Rocking the steer of a moorhen
Repelling

I’m a ghost drifting through this city
Unsought

Flower bunch, leering up from the train tracks
Feeds off the rail sparks as metal rattles past
Plasmatic photosynthesis

Snails hanging onto handles of leaf
O Lord Thou pluckest me

Selfish specimen