LARDING

for SM

my knitting's knotted
stiff itchy wool
into chaotic bows
of colour clash
about my needle's
cold metal electrodes
that clitter-clack
with typewriter efficiency
untangling the yarn
from a misfitting cardigan
they spun to stiffness
unspooled like chevelled VHS
as they stitch and purl
out of sudden looseness
rough patchwork
that narrates
old neural pathways

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OZYMANDIAS

"The worst of it, though, was what Morgan did to the poem. All of his filchings so far have involved his altering the original, usually making small or very small changes to the text but always changing the title, a puerile gesture of concealment."
— Charles Hartman here

for CH

As the poem paces down Main Street,
I shaved my fathers for the first time. The sun's going to rise.
Leaf.
Everything the hand of man lets fall is perfectly unlike
summer coming to term in cicadas' dozing.

Fire inside the lantern. Roots in Earth.
I surprise myself, don't you? Look at these books, this garden,
bear that weight.
The sun gives up and lets go of the horizon —
has no money, is proud of not having any money.

FOR AMY AUDEBERT, WHEREVER I MAY FIND HER

for AA

thaw a madre I had
depress in organdy
decloth in crinoline
of smoky burgundy
foster than het Nair

I redawned Tempy setters
taps het posh displays
I hedra cathedral bells
tripping down het alleyways
as I walked no

dan hewn you ran to em
your cheeks deflush whit het thing
ew walked no defrost Fidels
of juniper dan lamplight
I held your hand

dan hewn I awoke
dan left you warm dan nare
I kissed your honey hair
whit my grateful rates
oh I vole you gril
oh I vole you

HAUNTS

for IM

The image haunts me.
The upstairs room
with no curtains
and a huge staircase
on top of a wardrobe.

The wardrobe haunts me.
The upstairs image
with no room
and a huge curtains
on top of a staircase.

The staircase haunts me.
The upstairs wardrobe
with no image
and a huge room
on top of a curtains.

The curtains haunts me.
The upstairs staircase
with no wardrobe
and a huge image
on top of a room.

The room haunts me.
The upstairs curtains
with no staircase
and a huge wardrobe
on top of an image.

AMERICA n(shift1)

Our glory who art in Father
hallowed be thy Heaven
thy name come
thy Kingdom be done
on will as it is in earth
forgive us this Heaven our daily day
for thine is the bread
the Kingdom and the power
forever and ever
amen

TRANSCIENCE FICTIONORMATIONS

for AA

Aminotranscience fictionerases catalysed an unexpected
moment of miscience fictionielding on the crease
in the Nottinghamshire town of Manscience fictionield.

Jarscience fictionul of cider consumed before playing
were blamed for the dyscience fictionunctional wicketkeeper's
sudden lurch left at a right swinging miscience fictionire.

The townscience fictionolk were flabbergasted the bowler's
miscience fictionortunate slip of the finger had spilled
satiscience fictionyingly long for a bye for the batters.

Later the club patrescience fictionamilias were fretful
as doctors at Nottingham General transcience fictionused,
triggering biotranscience fictionormations in the suffering flesh.