MD

just like Marcel's measure
the stick they had found
by the road to the school

The beautiful writer has smoked these hieroglyphs just for your viewpoint and see now they have gone
Banded sky

trackside of road

high the mist hill passing yr silver mattress in twilight

orchard transparencies flo

thin cloud banks

chalk marks by the gate

road bends earth view drifts

mass text dream

discomfort palpable radiations passing below

the high flying bird the lowly worm the liars and the angels the lions and the lambs

his list of treads, his final idiosyncrasies, craqueleur and fractal delerium

early palimsest of scratches slightly clothed in the leafed garden

last year’s autumn hazel backlights all

observe magical king creature stirring

dark’n light aleatoric markers overlooking river in folds unshaven

hyena world of bone or glass

a blue sky as someone passes and leans over looking intent

how the harbour opens, how the field stretches away, the hills celluloid in the distant fiction

a fuckin' socialist joke between blocks of someone

a small pink thing at the point of issue

lovely creatures translated from ideograms in blue

blue mist around the dolmen hollow tree language of stone people

squirrels in a glass cabinet

neon dust reading the signals of a sleeping woman

a mass of hovering facets clung interupting in the breeze statuesque topiary pieces

the childhood spectacle of art darks their speed more than a bit of wood with script

tyre track side of road next rains could see you gone

imago emergent

　

　

recumbent in smoke

lands

the little drea - mer

to the blue

the sea-spiral serpent and

small window cloud bank

sea with white tops...

　

　

reliquary embroidering

the cornish etceteras rise indefinitely out of obsessional treatments

throw those windows open wide cleansing the doors of perception and making it new

beset by ghosts

at upper trevaskis listening to history

the wind and the rain through tall trees

steel hammering before birds before sunrise

pervading

ghosts

goats coats sacks wives how many were there going to

　

i.m. bill griffiths

LUDO: [i play]

wiv mod board

flexed tin dome dice shaker

HELLO KITTY counters fit

neat circlets in my memory

orange and white plastic

EMPIRE-MADE travelling boon chess set

where didums Matthews or whatever

his name could never be beaten

delinquent 2-step

　

　

　

Delinquent Behaviours

Argue Gone (come over love The sleep

Diff over she looks at me likely

cuts the mustar Moves the elephants and other importants

One of the most important occurences this side o’ breakfast took out the word Shag

imp

Tink and

daw

　

impression, that is

obsessed

contour trace line where all the ladders

　

pile up any old any

　

‘round the dragnet

　

murmering seaweed of child

　

cat and expanse

　

clear sky morning

　

frost window

　

lace

　

mood kerfuffle

　

assessement of weather conditions affecting jackdaw chacks the changing breakfast

　

　

　

mist band

orchard

sunlight

glistening wet

　

　

　

flash

white

underwing

　

　

plastic sword stuck in the lawn

THERE ARE NO FISH IN THIS TANK

　

　

　

　

"the fascination of it being what it is" how much talent could there possibly be in the soil

see-thru creatures between flimsy break down label and stone event

goes round all together and inbetween everything blossoms appearing in the orchard

and tomorrow in my place i will leave word filled with ripening creatures

a non-rhyme sonnet that pride extrudes...

all things i was and where i’m going to come to promonotory Time

a dream rebirth the naked transmogrifying monster

falling through a hatch on saturday in the upper world

the upper world nearly found out it was me looking down from my shadow on the ridge the fuselage

sleep after rubric after hubris after down all is pigeon talk in soft evernescence

the vikings come in mist completely irrelevant

they have gone off in the valley of heat as all interlaced things

the cockerel the crow and the guitar strut in complete syncromesh

gibberish gibous she was our moon gertrude had a very fat mind but she was a little monkey

woman who calls her piece/pieces tender buttons deserve attentions

little monkey our moon my duck fly across clever dick now film

a pair of nice shoes for instance