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All three words
were sent down the pit,
exposed to museums.
Their faces
drawn on by the man
in power
at that time
in the manner of a camouflaged writ,
they are parachuted
into photographs
on top
of the airbrushed-out,
the better
to crave the moment’s fullness,
milking these trade-winds
upfront.
Neil Addison writes poetry and keeps much of it here:
flyingpigfoldingchair.blogspot.com
repeat prescription
flesh amnesias
whisper & traipse
flask of horizon mini
mal animal desti
nation flash trace im
pelled to map
spoon & snow
habitual
città dell’acqua
read a stranger
’s long neck as
logic gauzy & dream book
musk meadow roar
of wind stippled
star dross
blows paper mice
inwards nor blink
pretend motel
nor like history is happening
banshee escapee
’s pandem
ic & shuffle
tin can thro
ugh the
frost & the plo
ughing railway ecstasis spool
slowlands
nowhere lovers
nearby exoskeletal
river a-worlds kettle of
nugatory pearls
a sky flocked with angels, lips mentholated
, suicided revolutionists
obelisk basilisk
immutable mutant
Simon Howard lives near a big and famous river. He has returned after years of alternatives. He also has more to say but I haven't let him.
dream : 19/12/2009
cloudy ceilings
emily howard - elegant . demure - sister of simon
polite conversation / waiting for mark
cobley - red top / blue jeans - arrives late
apologies / must leave . s
staircases
shafts of dust / lit
must . wood . door
sun on the porch on the grass
I have never dreamt of grass
of cloudy ceilings
but staircases -
Yes.
Harry Godwin is a London-Devon poet (discount rates on Sundays) who publishes, is published and founds things (like Cleaves Journal). He spends his time and that is why he is in debt. He also looks after a pregnant lady and a kitten, so please support him and buy his books from The Arthur Shilling Press (they are cheap and there is no profit from them).
dream : 17/12/2009
dim lit
lecture
red balcony seats
red .
ceilings
Tony . Lopez /&/ Fraser
prat about -
scolded by the old
unseen
Harry Godwin is a London-Devon poet (discount rates on Sundays) who publishes, is published and founds things (like Cleaves Journal). He spends his time and that is why he is in debt. He also looks after a pregnant lady and a kitten, so please support him and buy his books from The Arthur Shilling Press (they are cheap and there is no profit from them).
I play the piano
In the clothes closet
One pump about to tumble
from the shelf. High heel
black sequined. Shape of a gun.
I wore it in a concert once.
One pump is tumbling
high from the shelf
I play the piano
Black sequins, light gradations.
Gun metal strings, quarter tones.
a crime scene really.
I am a woman playing the piano
One high heel pedaling
the other one tumbling
Crime scene, quarter light
Gradation of tone. Little Bach Fugue
Black sequined gun.
Clues to the crime. I am a woman.
I wore it in a concert once
Fugue, gradation, metal quarter
Might have been for a lover
Tumbling tone, yes.
shape of a gun.
Yes, I wore it for a lover
Little Bach sequence playing
once in a concert. Gradation of tumbling light.
Other strings, quarter time, black clothes.
in the closet on a high shelf
Shape of a crime scene really.
I play a crime scene. Black sequins pedaling
sequence. A fugue tumbling.
A woman by gradations, quarter tone.
Other times, high heels once in a concert.
Gun metal Bach. A closet.
A high shelf.
