I
A rainbow must be poured,
the air framed and hammered –
a million wrinkled angel hands
hold
II
I take the glass and glowing ice,
put it in the racist’s mouth and say –
bite
III
Of complex fire
little can be said – at first.
Then, it toasts the mind
IV
Imperial marble glitches
(robed in light, disperses)
V
Imagine the whole world in pastel
skyscrapers. Then,
through the dark, a mist
and floodlit grass
VI
A devil dances on the church.
Children laugh and reach
but only feel the stone –
gaps where faces should be
VII
In the dry ice
and perfect acoustic space
a sofa waits
VIII
Bodies on a walkway
in black coats – all watching
an ad for trainers
IX
A thirties hotel
immaculate corridors, red carpets –
in each room, a clump of
mushrooms
sprouts from a freshly made bed
X
Mecha-godzilla was only a child…
He didn’t know the ripples were chaos!!!
XI
The grass in a late nineteenth century
park square, begins to glow
at the tip
and shiver
XII
Words carved on a black wall say –
we are sediments.
We sink to the bottom
– anyway,
let’s go eat soup