Nick Cave is in the house
& as the Omniscient Mussel mused
on Len's pink tights & bristles
it recalled blobs of molten lead
dropped from a height of one thumb
into tumblers of very cold water
making shapes & signs
such as this front end of a prawn
some kid outside with issues
in the glowing Tuscan gloaming
shouts tonsils are bollocks
for her own reasons seven coals fuse
in a draft from the forest out the back cadmium
orange thoughts sent fluttering through
the diminishing fuel of autumn fires
the bronze long gone for cannon in Ferrara
it's not too late to start again
red dust sifts down through pin-pricks in the master
buffering now 49% complete
sea-food inspiration &
Aretino's I xvi modi
he cut through the old man's skin
to find the empty nest
that death had made there
ah the Light the Pisan
Chips the Beer
the Lightly Battered Haddock
these are just a few of the dance steps
performed tonight on moonlit Gypsy Green
Norfolk January 2009