SAYONARA -
that spark, windswept, leaves
behind embers, aglow with
only your absence
iii.1996
OLD MATERIAL -
hung on the door:
responsibility
ready to wear
ladybird spots skin
on a Saturday errand
astride my bike
bush warfare sounds
hedge-trimmer is machine gun
I shoot to kill
v.2000
growing girl reaches
letters drop in pillar-box
tiptoes no longer
windscreen warning
the crackle of chippings
tar shines beneath
vi.2000
SPECTACLE -
sidearm extended
tortoiseshell frames balance
glinting in bramble
vii.2000
original sin
steals from its lodging place
takes unmarked roads
ix.2000
arrowed basement stairs
‘to a positive future’
invites the poster
x.2000
SMACK –
my arm cleaves air
livid handprint left on leg
marks instant shame
viii.2001
reconnect the house
padlock under floorboards found
hidden space secure
ix.2012
cats’ eyes unblinking
love steers the middle lane
full moon taxi ride
iii.2013
a blank sheet tumbles
ghost of fish’n’chip supper
ahead of the wind
xi.2017
it is personal
this masque of contagion
we're not buying in
intention is all
not knowing what our meaning is
leads to confusion
iv.2020
water buoys the limbs
its salt cauterizing skin
memory swims within
v.2021
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