You said cling to the flash
If you want stories to start
That set pigeon necks a-strainin’
A dog a-scamperin’ by
And licks where you gum was
I’m them for those crumbs
Morsels of parallel universes
That won’t stick on my tongue
Just set the wind blowing
Stray pleasures
And other happy accidents
In the history of resistance to town planning
In the back stage of a tube station
That industrial heritage
Those horticultural advances
& one florist serving
A couple of hundred asbestos removers
From Angel out to Essex
In another poem
This listless character
Could be rewarded
Could be certified by judges
In glorified shuffles. Ha!
Not here
This is so near what it’s like
When no earthly power
Is there to sanctify
Verse keeps tumbling
You can practically taste
The clouds involved
Crumbs in the hurricane
An unsuccessful interview
That set the deep
People’s needs
Like that
And on the trail
9-iii-2022