After a rainy day
After a rainy day searching
In the chest of drawers
That I took from a starfish
I found these few words
Fried octopus. Escarpment. Planet friendly
On this day
Everything frozen turned to stone
If I think I like it
Worse
None the less
This discovery realised
As compatible
With burning teddy bears
The English are unfriendly
Towards
Girls in yellow ribbons
If you left the tap
If you left the tap
Running
And it follows you
Across the city
Cry wolf-ear
Into the selection
Of your
Puff pastry
If after your trip
You left the tap
Running
In Trafalgar square
Call lion command
And direct the queen’s barge
Into the cave of salt
There is nothing
There is nothing
Like a dame
It halts you
In your motion
Towards the orange crate
Where the mind itself
Sits like a fly-over
Rock-pile desert
And she goes
Down river like a sou
A sausage squeak
There is
Nothing like it
A dame in your brain
And all that
Dancing love
Mode above us
Mrs Dalloway’s day comb
It brings back
Tonnes
Trains and highways
And fields
And singing daisies
Under the collar
If I let you
Will you go
Down the
Network Idaho
There’s a face
In a dark shadow
Rendering
The hoola-hoops
Leaf afraid messages
There’s a danger
There’s a danger
Of wo-mantic
Side truth
In a pillar box
Of favourites
Of developing
Hurdy body
And six-gun shoots
The filter
In your stirrup
That is melting
The horse runs away
On fire
Mirage
Of mangled custody battles
Where washing lines
Cross lightning worlds
Like bib black siren fighters
From Mordovia
In bed
With a dream
Soft and warm
Yor mother comes to you
With her granite hands