Friday, 6 April 2012

Poem 3: Camber

Go moving fast downstream by the sea
Ball of foot sharp toe sand running free
Mutant shells sharp groaning foam debris
Crying wind sears mould heart scars empty

Concrete bluff arcs high beam verti-straight
Salty tang breathes damp cloys chest in spate
Flapping wind tugs fabric interstate
Render nears full promise never made

Aching on the dryslope
Sleeting over groynes
Burning of manila rope
Constancy of noise

Slicky creeping weed sings Jury’s Gut
Helming to the breeze shipwrecked and stuck
Rusting to the core doors welded shut
Longing for acetylene oxy-cut

Aching on the dryslope
Sleeting over groynes
Burning of manila rope
Constancy of noise

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