for David Houssart
Wakey! wakey!
loud rumbling
dogs akimbo
I’ve got
susurrations aswell
I’ve I’ve
seen that
I know
some do
the dark
the strangeness
then this
dread of
imitation most
time to
write it
all down
a flash
a paradise
illumination then
this rumbling
again – it’s
trolley time
off it?
off her?
remember her?
come round
loud steps
we’re dancing!
all with
Gracie in
the streets
rainy streets
of Rheged
not disordered
never so
no matter
we thought
we’d be
we’re here
all ways
at last
sorry today
Essex marches
the dogs
look friendly
we move
freely now
hold on
when young
let go
when old
we shouldn’t
buy things
some say
but make
it all
our selves
a creed
for only
the lonely
this sunny
shopping centre
it’s all
eternal delusions
so what
we are
bubbles only
no more
memory is
dust is
old songs
dreaming again
half heard
expect less
no less
sweeney blag
desirable risk
openplan bank?
no solution
no one
asked us
the criminals
a tapir
in the
flesh itself
more babies
more songs
all eyes
just look
hold on
move around
hang loose
& light
when young
when old
the same
let go
what holds
you not
its opposite
yeah?
yeah
sure thing
we guess
sure thing