as

 

 

 

                                              as

                                                              the shadow
                                              windowed and blinded
                                across the conservatory
                crockery in the breeze being cleared from
                                someone’s garden table and
                the plastic clack of a wheelie bin – tomorrow I think

                I notice underneath the ironing board leant against the wall
                                                              a lime cover under a pink
                                              flowered cover under a
                                yellow-duned cover and

                                where the lilac silk
                                              emulsion has caught the reflection
                                                              of the deep blue carpet
                                              it looked
                                metallic

 

 

 

shadow wormhole: Peeks at Castleton
conservatory wormhole: thawing
lime wormhole: your gold teeth
lilac wormhole: William Carlos Williams
pink wormhole: two fat ladies / chk klak klip // all the while

 

train // line

 

 

 

                                                      train

                                          “so long since your uncle has seen you
                                            … how tall you’ve grown”

                                          cabinet-dark oaks around
                                          the edge of the field
                                          leaf turning yellow by the line

 

 

 

oak wormhole: boots on / for a walk

 

dream / 240897

 

 

 

                                          dream
                                          240897

                                I am in a corner shop
                                evening gathers inside
                                ending-day-busy streetlights just on
                                a girl and myself waiting to be served
                                quiet       I am seated       waiting

                                the girl is adjusting her shoes
                                adjusting her feet in them
                                drawing them slightly up
                                not fully taking her foot out
                                but enough to see her veined boned feet
                                enough to see the separation of her toes

                                she notices me noticing and moves
                                to another part of the shop to continue adjusting
                                something       I am sorry
                                she has on a yellow dress

                                she comes back to the counter
                                and stands beside me talking
                                to the shopkeeper adjusting her tights now
                                plucking them up raising her dress a little
                                she steps and sits on my lap

                                without talking without referring
                                to me still talking to the shopkeeper
                                clean crumpled yellow cotton neck

                                          oh

                                a little bashful I put my arms around her waist
                                she continues to talk engaged in her business
                                her hands come to rest on my hands on her legs
                                I am embarrassed

                                but she is comfortable in my lap
                                moving and leaning as she talks
                                thank you yellow cotton shoulder

                                now I know what to write
                                now I know what to do
                                now I can breathe
                                deeply                     I could sleep now

 

 

 

dream wormhole: dream / career / 040712
evening wormhole: knees

 

the Penguin’s trap

 

 

 

                                the Penguin’s trap

                                “at last
                      you have stepped into my trap”
                                as the Batman fell and fell
                      into the yellow light let open by the trap
                                door arms wide open
                      his cowl resting on his cape a pillow
                                tired and exhausted
                      he gave up to the fall and relaxed

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
black bat wormhole: the Joker’s face

 

demolition

 

 

 

                           demolition

                           in 1869
                           Woolwich New Road
                rough men built St. Peter’s Church and Presbytery
                           sandstone brick gothic
                           a hope for things to come

                           in 2011
                there is an Historic Woolwich plaque
                           in the pavement in front and opposite
                rough men in lemon jackets dig deep
                           into the ground making hills and rubble
                           with head-up red cranes reaching
                beautiful into the sky
                           and ground-level caterpillars
                yellow and orange bending to dig
                           un-rhythmically

 

 

 

a street corner of … Woolwich
lemon wormhole: the Joker’s face
orange wormhole: The Batline Life-line

 

holiday

 

 

 

                                    holiday

                  on the coach down to
                  Folkeston the pages of
                  Batman DC-14 100 Page
                  SUPER SPECTACULAR
                  pages from a time and world
                  before my day whole
                  streets and people lived
                  in shadow and yellow light
                  in recede and smirk
                  in caption and still
                  in numbers and dates –

                  later we walked down
                  into town from the campsite
                  and through the streets we
                  stepped into the general store
                  the smell of tins and
                  packed food rose from the
                  faded lino with lime highlights
                  the comic rack revolving
                  seceding titles successing
                  numbers companies of
                  generation branches discovered
                  a distant family
                  a close ancestry

                  now traceable

 

 

 

walking wormhole: 20000 / steps
lime wormhole: the figure “46″ / in frosted glass

 

lost cape

 

 

 

                                              lost cape

                      on the yellow boards of the jetty
                                under the pink sky

                      Batman had snagged
                      his assailant                reaching
                      far ahead with a fishing rod

                                aghh but the prey
                      in a green suit and question marks
                      who had effortlessly reached back
                      and guided the rod’s cast
                      was actually the Batman
                                himself

 

 

 

part of >>> Batman
pink wormhole: midnight
red bat wormhole: ‘strands as thick as rope …’

 

‘on the smooth road …’

 

 

 

                                     on the smooth road
                                     through Piltdown

                                     engine humming
                                     leaves dancing everywhere

                                     on the bumpy road
                                     through Newick

                                     shards of yellow in the woodland and
                                     the smooth mauve side of the truck

 

 

 

11:50 pm

 

 

 

                                              11:50 pm

                                while the slanting rain
                                blew in curtains before the
                                dripping street light

                                the reflection of the yellow van
                                stayed on the tarmac

 

 

 

1961 – Marilyn

 

 

 

                               1961 – Marilyn

                               slanting rain
                               against the single palm
                               against the patio door
                               on the sandstone flags
                               by the grey grey pool

 

 

 

part of >>> years