Monday 29 August 2022

Effluents

 


The tide is nigh and the sea

is wasted, bottling the message with

the shrapnel of sirens' songs.


The graffiti reads of effigies and

spent laments to Barnacles,

the god of clinging on.

Pastoral Crisis



pastoralcrisis


there’s a pastoralcrisis behind the oldblackbull / to the

left of the rustingtroughs ablaze with daffs / to 


the right of scaffboardplanters and the head 

ache of chipfat / with a hawthorn back drop to a 


starlingdrama / the clatteringshed and haynes manual diarama / the missing stork up the tele 


pole / a lack of superfastupdates for outreached climategoals / to the front the cuckoospit and the 


roastingday / a weatheredfence punts two shirts / one denim / sleeveless / oilynicked with some


duffeighties metalpatch / one jermyn street / all pinstripepink and cuffed the colour of 


ducklinghatch / bellows of incomers fan the

sterlingkindling of nouveaubatch / there’s gags of 


landworkers / v / air bandb upstarts / there’s

scrumpypint bets / prescratched / going 


cheekandjowl with the rosetattoos for this 

decider / a late and baresummer knuckle match