11 January, 2007

        'polis/is eyes' — Charles Olson

        your restlessness is incomplete
         and unlimited, papering the cracks of
         another anecdote
                                the afternoon draining
         away like bathwater, your objections
         are simplified

                                   as the air separates
                                          & sky empty
                             I pour out another drink

                                   slow temptation

         the crepuscular joy of Birmingham New Street

         place is rather a proliferation of disguises

        defined by what it is
                   a verbal shadow