April 23, 2011

little visitor





the little cat that lives at my flat.
she is 23 years old. mildly senile.

a cross country miss


take direction, can’t connect it 



i’m afraid this is 



ten detected, nine in a wreck and 



a little jetty fight 




pattern evolving, motion insolvent 


something about this might 



take all evening 




i’ll just be cleaning 




this is a foreground

April 15, 2011

ever keep me


i don't have a hawk in my heart


procession moves on, the shouting is over


praise to the glory of loved ones now gone 



talking aloud as they sit round their table 


scattering flowers washed down by the rain

the body sways

like the wind on a swing 


a bridge through a hoop 


or a lake through a ring