KYNANCE GUESSED

a cup of sea please a ship slips a window
pane fractured triangular pillars Asparagus

Bishop Gull Bellows sail-line-white wrinkles
rising to tidal cream-brown rising to black sea

-cleaned Serpentine rising to must ard green
lichen & a silvery sea-gull-shit-streak frayed

Lizard's gentle torments torment il heath er
louse wort yel low rattle hissy clatter of sud

den drizzle pas sing to darken a pebble a cup
of sea I sip at land's serrated edge a ship slips

glass a pane of tight sea smooth clear between
teeth -white mullions a horizon is miniature in

crystal bending a tempt sea at emptsea a cup
of sea spills past white-painted window latches

smears its spacey glass I swig a container ship's
squeaks its wet finger across a horizon's clean

pane a massive fly crawls over a ship's needle
bow I wake in a cup of curveless glass as a

shiny wake of scratches an in coming tide's
people a so aked mass of straggling beliefs I sip

at sea smiles frowns laughter tears slowly fill a
cove cover over our pebbles are under people

see through humans bending light letting words
evolve like fish an in coming tide's city of

wobbling buildings fl owing over s ands and
Serpentine rock's child's smacked hand mag

nified down to imp acting aeons in a cup of sea
scolds if spilled on flesh's forge tting a horizon

‘s ship is as sharp eye-grit night will blink again
st but for now day's blue inflates a warship's grey

prongs & whale car case hull make agreements
with a cup of sea in which I'm ship-shape dropping

a teaspoon anchor my face reflected in it it shat
ters my glass inter i or with the tiniest vast clunk




SELFY GARDENISH TIME

grass fractures sunlight a garden is a mouth & my
footsteps grow across old cool green it is a tree to a
left that watches me most a cedar is a wardrobe of

young souls hah rhododendrons have dragons' eyelids
and a pigeon in a button -hole of an even ing recites
what I'd like to think in low blow n tones notes

birdsong is a cla shing of moons & stars organ ised
and oiled by a ghost's living bits grass is text vertical
verses of green in rows dried grass's a miniature nation's

remains a neat hay smell of these remn ants if un-mini
aturised would ex pand to a bit ter vastness paving
stones are seg ments of th ick skin shed by a history

of mowing to a right is pulling up blades of light and sn
apping a moment across a t own's back foxgloves speak
a deep tunnel's forgotten smells ivy is a desire for cloth

mag nified thous ands of times something virile sighs
and rasps through grass like a growing rash and wraps round
a godly grayle that was lost and left on a metal bench in a fa

mous dead man's childhood den a white table & chairs feel
someone else's stillness it is not an insect's decision it is
not a fox's it is mine a birdbath is a place of ruin for rain's

p roofs of nothing so




SLAKE

I. Skin Dip

segments of water -mesh ripple where wind wears inter
spersed with smooth see through sleek eye -parts lake takes
my shape even whilst the bank holds on to my foot bones

mud mouths suck each silent under surface squelch is a
footstep through a lewd sentence I wave invites to your eyes
so you dare your soles to the earth's soup of imagined horror

wriggles our shapes slake thirst on black underwater smoke
the smell of ditch slicks our skins as a clearcloak of water
rises & wraps around our throats your body is a wave ring

flag in a wind of wet touch your limbs are streamers ghost
like whilst your solid head pokes in to a breathable world summer
willows are all speeches stitched green & fishily quivering vis

ions reflected the sun's shattered phonemes gleam as bits of
day condensed on wavelet crests my head pro seeds through bob
bing light-blue-bright hyphens of damsel fly flotillas the shrish

of breeeze through reeds is a reading done by some god of a novel
he/she has written for water whilst I swim gentle & delicate
ringing-glugs of surface against my chin & neck is anything

but poetry I am naked with doubts about the safety of my penis I
slip through a warm layer close to air o but below when I let my
legs dangle in some feminine way that's dark i feel cold

crystal flowing i/I feel depths hold eyes loosening my
erection this lake's text runs sub merged sighlance a shout
jumps from your mouth a fattened sky-trout among swifts & swall

ows swallowing the vast alpha bet of this lake's flies



II. Skinned drops

segments with even suck
through dare wriggle smell

and wrap wind whilst willows
reflect condensed light breeze

she/he glugs poetry through dangle
flowing this from swallowing

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ripple through bank
silent sentence earth's

thirst skins throats

touch pokes stitched
shattered crests of

reading whilst against doubts
air-ways hold merged sky-bets

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mesh see whilst
each lewd soul

shapes ditch around
wet solid speeches

sun's wavelet hyphens
reeds for surface

faces offshore read
naked warm some I-lake's

mouth vast

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water smooth even
suck through your our

of around wind
your all the on blue

through written of am
through in i this from

your wallowing

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segments disperse
my mud footsteps

so wriggles rise
as flags like willow's

visions day brings
of he/she ringing

but slip lets
crystal erection

jump ow!

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where sleek holds under wave
soup-black-clear is streamers

breathable fishy gleams seeds
flotillas some gentle neck safety

below dark loosening silence among this

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wear parts feet
squelch your imagined

underwater cloak wave
ghost world quivering

as through the god & is
of when feel my shout

swifts flies

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inter-take bones
an eye's horror

smoke water ring
ghost summer visions

of novel delicate anything
i my cold my

shout swallows flies

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wind-eye on surface invites
underwater clear body

limbs to green phonemes
headed damsel by swim

o that's eyes merged trout bet

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layer feminine feel
text mouth vast

surface with close
depths runs

fattened α

fish hush


© Mark Goodwin 2007