I'd like to do a little more wrong
at this point.

                winds aspirate with ice
       from hearts of darkness
     west of Ely
       twitch the old moleskin slacks
           as night swallows day
                  & decades of fen    –
                                            over a flask
                      of magic-mushroom soup
                        the O. M. admits that this
                              is as good a time as any
                    for me to realise my ambition
                         to drop-kick a warmed-up
             chicken & mushroom pukka pie
                                   with my bare foot
         for the purposes of divination

Norfolk        December 2009