in glimpses in small hours of the marsh mallow

living there like that with no head

and everyone looking through the trees

you'd have to ask

you'd want to know

if the flame that walks alongside

had the appearance of a marsh fire

a Saint Elmo thing that plays at night

around his main and mizzen

or super-mizzen as of a yawl or caterwaul

imagine that, squat there in the rising fog

and silence as little balls of light

that appeared over the slough at just before midnight

hung there a while then vanished

dead cells he thought dead cells that ignited

with inner mystic rotational fire something anyway

of lower orders not godly or angelic merely fire

catalysed up from some disaster of the personal tissue

some dream thing some downthrowing of the state

in metaphor or cataphor as of a marsh wight

or marsh mallow as is now seldom seen

a willow or wisp that strikes upon one's eyes

then vanishes wholly away in sight-echoes

whereupon he squats harder, more brooding

in the consciousness of those unreeling years

only again, only

.

some things I meant to mention

in the trees near the river a duck with no bill

thwarted forever by a morsel of bread with which it would fill

a hit or more hits suddenly the Hyper-Lamarckian Moment [the HLM]

held up its duckmirror and gasped aloud

such a gasp as would disturb to its eyeteeth

every duck along that stretch like an electric bolt that crackled blue and purple

yea unto that duck stood aloud upward it did

some jumped off at the shock and some in the nearfield teeter

see one smaller duck bad of attitude and uncurled inside

into places came creeping quiet but frosted all over like dicing

alighted then and there at the door the deposits the shale

you baby he says you, baby—you baby

without a bill with you

I could live forever

the screen closes in it is all of frost and metasquawk

there's nothing you can't do with no bill

not now not out here

in the wider duckland

.

failing to deliver

there would be little to say on this subject
were it not for the nonsense that has been talked about it
-- Lewis Namier

the keys

have been lost

let us look for the keys in the dark

internally displaced

we seek the keys

the police were building up

suddenly the lights came on

backed up by the satellite pictures

the keys lit up

down there in a hole by the door

in response to the latest allegations

the reported allegations

the latest evidence

a fairly substantial

vehicle on the ground

a viable device

a track record

killings of civilians

one reaches down for the keys

lifts them

inserts one

opens the door

you are listening to the News

from the BBC

right on Lake Ontario

right across the US

right in the middle of a campus

right of their belief

right, besides absolutely the bigger picture, what next?

Syracuse, Rochester

in these areas plucked incredibly

during the worst

we advise never to full-time/a few hours at night

just they can survive on your radar

he said buffalo he said buffalo

to live

one month's rent

I need you to find a priest

you're not asking too much

at last I can find some peace

a little guy

I could never forget

a lost boy

yes he did

a little face appeared

speaking to the world today

she and so many others

when they go back home

about survival

from the South

when you look back

does it seem like another life?

study something

biology I was hoping

get some engineer, water

I go to school

if you go back from America

what will it take?

a long time? knowledge the knowledge

is a terrible thing also joining us

in the programme in the headlines

in the presence in the region

two foreign aid workers

even now it is coming up to 4:30 GMT

good morning this is the shipping bulletin

warnings of whales in south-east riceland viking hard

immoderate

or good?

Germans bite Thames over-

fair 3 or 4 very poor

occasionally

Fitzroy increasing 5

Lundy

Lundy

fast net

shannon, sharon

occasionally poor

pharaohs

at times

from coastal stations

falling more slowly

automatic

light vessel.mist.channelling drizzle and rain

inshore waters.Friday 14th.weak fronts.rattery.Reichstag.occasionally

lands end

fog patches in the west.not really.later.there in the south or east it is half past five.

debt crisis in park litter-bins.in sport.he won't ride again.

a plan to be approved from Paris.

constituency paperwork. a spokeswoman.

lost from the public sector accused of complicity

he insists there is no alternative to his leadership.

the Euro has fallen

which means to return

in the first place

but the idea

who we really are

we have been looking at changes

.

.

Fairyland

the upside and the snake
the new fettle
that crashes even before
the wave hits
sideways then the coming-on
the gear-shift
all around my ladder
they start the little
shining people apples
dropping and fairies
upstarting they are as things of myth
but not
they are as the truckle of dawn
and as the night that sweeps
in beneath
the far lights over the sea
so low
so low and light
and only like the light that stops
when it alights
when they are gone
my heart of light
kicks again

fêted bird-pilgrim
of light
have you also seen this?

.

.

semi-Buddhist revs over a bar in Dublin

ke ytou
my way
take your hands say
a greek sea monster
what about me
in the sails
heady life off the rails
i don't belong
my face for the last time
c'est belou
waif
good bye

.

dismays of the rotoflarf

the evidence the fluid eyes of killers

someone laid their fingers

on a bra clasp

this woman is not what you wanted her to be

ash keeps falling, heaping up

something awful, no doubt

happened

to the whole truth

fingers on a bra clasp

prurience

DNA

evaporating like men

rushing into a crime scene

kicking over bottles

smoking Italian cigarettes

so many ings building up

not a noun to be seen

at the bottom of the well of all this

a girl

which

girl

reload

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