series one

Every time the line hits water

nothing happens –

only expectation of guts, gills…

Under curved boat,

wooden edged,

fine silt buries bones.

Underneath:

fossils of friends –

a lake of everything cold.

*

The ubiquity of grass –

the long October

of the planets.

there is noise,

familiar, received

- it is Russian and plural.

Semi frozen,

of winter,

bordered by greasy forests:

this colossal land –

never Russia

always home.

*

Peel of bells

and autumns

scaffolds raised

against the banks,

An accumulation of rusting

and of time, aprox.

There is only

the hearts and eyes

left in animals

*

The closing cut

in the sky

shows a metal-bodied

plane, briefly –

seconds only, almost transparent, but

real, touchable

and gone.

The building

offers nothing:

fire escape

windows

reflections

bookcases.

In elements

there is continuity.

a flooding?

a switch.

On

– off

on

–off.

Further green

growing mass

of Leipzig

and Eindhoven.

Sonderkommando

hefting axes

smashing chairs

sleeping

eating time.

After this

the summer

collapses.

I am proud

of snow.