ultra spectral radiance
captured in faceted
eye

lure, in curve, of stoop
stops
looping flight

here is sweetness
to be teased.
I will wet you
then
redress.

now I am favoured
go savour, honey.

butterfly
leaves dead wings
early fall

brick pointer
arrows empty sky
St. Somebody

man limps across
busy street the cars stop
standing for attention

Hard brittle lights.
Faked without heat.
Hurts eyes driving
home words. Finger
sharp pointed pixels.
crack sleep little.
cold and floored
glow of heat
calls

me giddy and on
gentle pads I secure
myself to a rapture of
rest and a heart beat
be love
be love
be love
to fall away again
under waxy light
slowly burnishing
my analogue world of
slumbers

shaken by distant call to rest

glare of harsh blue
white is softened by
day. heat lifts
and maintains
fight back through
bitter coffee.
digits are soft coloured
and in laundered whisper of
emotional thrill
as fortune and dreams
call out softly
let
us
g
o

sinews taut running
tendons stringing muscle
to bone

armour front
and haunches
lowered menace
mechanised into form :
fangs
spittle
ears flat
eyes adrenaline wide.

viscous red tongue venting
between growls
gut deep.

yet and twisted

rolled on side the
frame is supine. flattening
hair stiffened to bulk
to frighten

hormone rush is now quivering,
racing pulse and, throbbing
veins exposed under
flesh shy of bone.

near gutless .meat offered
to fangs wet with it's blood.
ears folded hear the howl.
there is silence and
a final pathetic yelp.
platitudes.
To the pack standing
in lines witness will departing
in the
blooding of a king.

sure, *****
strut a pace
with the
subtle
redirection
of the
head.

spurs sharp
and maiden
blooded.
plumed fine.
head and chin
the red of
warrior men.

when set
to crow. cooped
low, this beast,
beak pushed
against
farmyard feet.
no.

wandering is nothing but
distracting.
the pace is rhythm
making and recalling
music and verse until

eyes focus on juxtaposed
man with club foot and
pan bottom black eyes.

discordant dismissed song

they're not always there
, breaking,
when wandering .
the percussion stops
in crowds . Revery then
a swarm consciousness
of street starlings
part one mind part
mindful of pickpocketing
magpies

one can always leave
spin the record back
and step on as just
you.
wandering about in
rhythms is a mercy
from deadlines.
a must have time
to pace to
when you have no
destination.

placed in hand tenderly
and double squeezed
security

the bond ready to test
road crossing
duress

heads, pairs of eyes
scan and swivel
on senses relies

bigger foot hovers
little starts the
bother

of learning to cross
from his big brother