Z PARTICLE
around the Sound we count seven warships including a type 45
so new it wont be free to
destroy anything for maybe a year
beyond Weber`s iron cage, beyond the breakwater
mud-edged clouds
and a snow storm rooting itself
these photographs do not distinguish ship from cliff
or cloud from
helicopter blade
a sky dark as Newgate`s knocker, and an ocean
of magnetised filings pulled this way
and that
the hush hush of submarines
being drawn along the seabed
TAU
The
Plasterer`s Riverdance Joy
turned out to be anti-climactic -
I had expected something
of an epiphany rather
than
Stephanie doing stiff-armed tap
and the plasterer after a few free
goes, a passing ditto - but
what
in the end, do I know
Expectation tends to end
in cynicism for one, and for two
all feature headline
writers are
under the illusion they are wits
or genius on the way up who
own and invent the language
even
though no-one actually
lives in or speaks Headline
where Capitals Are Tops and
Syntax A Rabid
Dog Says
50 Year Old Unemployed
Devon poet Sanjay Tippindown
from her £140,000 and falling
terraced
home in oh that`s
surely enough of that
UP QUARK
Robins are the harbingers of death
I chirped
remembering one in Exeter, or at least it`s
neatly severed head on the pavement
adjacent to the
university library. This
stays with me because it is unanswered
like the thought of a cat with a penknife.
In the lee of iced thorn with a robin
at the top of Bovisand`s button boy steps
a male voice said excuse
me. I almost fell
the entire length of Faith Hope and Charity;
so much takes me unawares I think I ought
not
to go out but I really love a good storm.
Two days after staring that robin in both cabochons
the car
kangaroos, electrics in spasm, and dies.
I`m not saying there`s a connection.
Copyright
© Sandra Tappenden, 2009
