The rainy season
Thin moon
Still drunk from last time
On the moors
The snow caught by grass
No one to see it
In the chapel
Old wood
After so many years still shining
Through the dense firs
Light of a wrecked car
Burning
Blowing graffiti
From the viaduct buttress
An autumn gale
Soccer fans gathering
Their talk has the richness
of cabbage soup
In the old pond
Oil slick and hard moon
Both breathing
Old love on the hillside
His penis stuffed
With chrysanthemum
The slug on fire
Beneath a stack
Of beer mats
White leeks and
A man mending his sidecar
In the harvest moon
Snow on the early
Daffodils
Some bastard starts complaining
Month after month
On the councillor's face
A councillor's mask
The moon fleeting fast
Sound of bottles breaking
In a distant outhouse
Sound of an old man
Cracking snails
Clear to the big dipper
Above the runner beans
The moon thins to a chink
My neighbour unscrews the electric meter
Ice sky above B&Q
New fence post burn
In the breath of customers
Billberry full of steam
Taking a winter
Crap
Streetlamps like fireflies
Eight grown men
Stare at a wall
Cherry blossom on the coal shed
Kid inside
Killing a cat
Reporter describes the rain
His pen leaks blue
In his inside pocket
Tired of change
We go back
God's the same
At dawn
Sound of pigeon wing
And Kawasaki starting
Outside the boarded church
Rolled carpet and piled chairs
The stack almost reaches heaven
His shaky arm
Lifts to the sky
Beer rusts the zip of his trousers
Moon watching in his summer vest
My neighbour farts
Bengali curry
After long rain
Coal scars like
Patches of past fire
Flies circle
Someone steals a
Frozen chicken
Shadow of the pithead
A cricket, two greyhounds
And a thin man smoking