no pretence to 'finished product' - these are the first so many of what seems to be a new series. The rules? Twelve lines. Whatever comes to hand. Every day. Or, better, several times a day. Thinking on the spur of the moment: what occurs in a line, across a line, from poem to poem. I'm going to write ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred (?) (!) ... and pick the best. Golden rule: just keep going. ( - what happens the moment things free up at work).


morse solids


now culminates
the atmospheric cryptogram
true theory of outré
a punctured has been
whatever remains
cobbling the improbable
a shrill call drops from the flaw
significant lifting
the speciousness of origin
pinned to a plan in a pen
the nest is flown and empty
sob cut short incense

(17.xii.08)
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cherubic boy
in chapbook tones
cropped below the crotch
comic strip relic
perhaps
from the chapel of moths
how to move
from love to aesthetics
physics spins specifics
in a circular humdrum
can facts soften
the rough edges of life

(17.xii.08)
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start from scratch
seed for second sowing
if a man’s hoe breaks
borrow another one
osiris says
vulture signifies mother
osiris says
culture dignifies murder
solar and lunar
ox fish bird star
a handful of dates
and the word for life is the word for arrow

(18.xii.08)
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as the azaleas
in visible antithesis
lube blues
why not just middle in
signature style
thought inverted commas
feeling smudged
rhythmic into surface flux
hard-edged extremes
colour in existence
this dance which is inductive of this
scribble in minimum

(19.xii.08)
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