It’s a little to get but keep moving

16 Feb 2012

to the corporeal so then beginning

scenes: QC, defending,

possibilities of the trial

be everything clear

then splice security

from the depths to the known sign.

Trickled through to critical mass,

a staid life,

fortunes courted then daily.

Quit school for a bruise tip harrow

low, dead or going.

Climate wane, not worthy

repetition, don’t like

but then coupled to your hide.

Grown to use to feel to desperate

or alone by the spare and the charm

dust of a folk lyric. What a country

and what a country.

Stop ears with the wedges or

endeavour or wadges or scrap book.

You and impressed on with the walls

and ways in hard runnings, the heart

is idle contagious and near stable –

all the other towns are hung collective

not a penny in the pocket not a trembling

hand but out –

all is not well then exterior hurt

then there’s the guidance

systems Jehovah gave

shreds of devotion

buried deep beneath the

red still earth

fixed aspect of time

kow-towed to rest

bed and wake Jacob, they are knocking heads too.

To gather be sure in response

or repose. Time: that there’s

simply nothing for it

we’ll simply out endure.

III

Interesting size, slight foxing

we’ll channel the blood to what

then that’ll be a .

Far side

on elective then

it always looks grim.

sit tight and

so, here you are! Coming

country stomped and pleasure-trip refreshed

long johns trailing the streets

like hell you’ll stand for this.

Andrew Spragg is a poet, performer and critic. His first book, The Fleetingest, was published by Red Ceiling Press in May 2011, and a second, Notes for Fatty Cakes, was published October 2011 by Anything Anymore Anywhere. He has a blog at www.brokenloop.blogspot.com