Fat man through the window bagging up his packed lunch under strip lights

storks in the arteries

the rumbling
muscle underneath
the dip of fabric
that is my pocket


<...made me answer my phone, dumb...>


a parataxis 
of ligament & bone
a dislocation 
of sense from matter


<...it is unexplained, disconnected...>


an accident
an uncomfortable 
glide of cloth
& screen perhaps?


<...a dryness of hope, more likely...>


that way (east) 
there is Poland
& the pure blast 
of Russia beyond


<...extracting revenge, short-twitch on my thigh...>


a tremor in the leg
storks in the arteries
flightless birds, fish rotting 
in their blocked gullets


<...I am ringing, not the phone...>

the boy's bicycle chain shivered as his back wheel jumped the curb

La Granada

I forgot to say, I have a poem published in the first edition of new Norwegian poetry magazine, La Granada. It's great. You can read for free online or buy a hardcopy.



UPDATE: LOOKS LIKE THEY'VE STOPPED PUBLISHING.

I, a at least, have a copy to show it all happened.

UPDATE TO THE UPDATE:

You can get copies here.

the players under the floodlights

from the train, I thought they were gravestones in a moving cemetery

The Scavengers of London out now in chapbook form.

The Scavengers of London out now in chapbook form. 

£3.50 from the excellent The Red Ceilings Press.

Have at it!

Fragments, scraps and off cuts of Scavengers

Plate VII. Male & female
cockroaches with egg-sac,
spiders’ webs, a cedar in
Highgate cemetery.

XII.

blue tit at coconut
unusual site of blackbird’s nest
this rookery too was deserted

Plate IV

XIII.

large horizontal branches
of the trees . ecclesiastical of birds
the jackdaw must rank

Plate V

XIII.

in the grounds
of the Zoo
- her normal clutch

Plate XI

XIII.

most ancient rookery sites
three cartloads of sticks
- hung on longer

Plate XII

XIV.

nothing zipped pass
the decaying notes of the moon
& its metres-wide
disintegration

of atoms.

The Scavengers of London eBook on The Red Ceilings Press

Read my new poetry ebook, The Scavengers Of London, for free, on the excellent The Red Ceilings Press.

Link straight to it here.

extract

flood of buildings. London’s
many little streams & flatlands
after the conquest of Waterloo

the metropolis sacrificed
engulfed by fruit & vegetables
the marshiness of much


woodcock & snipe
five fields till the middle
decaying stalks of the flowering rush


by the osier pond. A common
bird along a small hillock
instead of through a sewer

Fragment / offline | \ | /

And you said:
'we are just a flash
of consciousness
in the eternal
darkness.'

And I said:
'I can't remember who
won The XFactor
last year.'

Excerpt from Chalk Face

18.

before the assessed,

the millions

begin.

something   nothing

undone the ties,

the uniforms

dis-scratch.

poly   monosyllabic.

allowed the paragraphs,

the line breaks

unbroken.

type   upset

desperate the room,

the panicking

bird-like.

breath egg taking.