Sunday, 28 June 2009

THE LOCK GATES ARE NOT PERFECT.


Listen.
Theirs is the language of barleytwist
Water arcing for a lifetime. Only a
Pitter-patter after a boat's been through,
A slapping and a clapping of hands
When the lock is filled, still and ready.
Cool.


Saturday, 20 June 2009

DAVID AND HIS GRANDSON


David stropped the chisel on the heel of his hand,
Saying, a dull blade has a shine along its rounded edge.
The keenest blade has an edge the eye cannot see.
Let me look.
His god was at the edge without shine
Of David's chisel during moments when shavings curled,
And wood took on another form.
I can smell where you have cut it.
A collector bought the finished chair without
First sitting on it. He could not decide whether his god
Was David or the chair.
That man would enjoy your job.

Monday, 8 June 2009

REDSOUND

Red diesel train makes exactly the right sound. Or perhaps
The note is colouring my visual perception? I hear before seeing, even though
Light travels faster. At water level sight is on the lowest
Fenland horizontal. Any bed of reeds can get in the way. But a blare
Travels the sky that joins me to it. So can a locomotive's multi-media signal
Seem to contradict the law of physics.
But what do I know? I'm only a poet.


Friday, 5 June 2009

BRIGID

Appearing on my blog, shaking
Me rigid

With delight.
How did you get here? Not by Easy-Jet
I bet. They don't have such
Certain flight.

Ah yes. Your canary wings helped
You bridge it,

That divide.
It's possible to connect by AM,
Using E. Show him this poem,
He'll confide.

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

RUBBLE BUBBLE


tram line
what a climb
silver track
spotty pavement

blue board
pointing north
tell me more
wheremy going?

to the tate
though it’s late
yes yes
in a taxi

lady fat
plastic mac
yellow wellies
talking quickly

tell me please
is this cab
going my way
i should think so

empty building
very dusty
flaky flooring
very musty

fanny window
metal frame
olive water
rubble bubble

rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble
rubble bubble


ham salad
very nice
cuppa coffee
sugar n spice

bred n jam
lick yer knife
bath yer kids
kiss the wife

watch the box
box of trix
put the cat out
smiles n lix

have a pee
go to bed
rest your weary
weary head