socks from guernsey socks of bristol ariadnes thread is a whistle steam rising higher than bi-planes arc wool damp with mud-sweat wedged into every second parcel from home a rain of letters withers a day impossible stocks hatred dreaming socks stitches several strings a colour electric as a rag picker bundle stashed in moments before…

so dont ever call me patch or i’ll never see my hand again call me uncle touch my patch but old dog bears the replica upon his kennel birds – no! hook-eyed & emerald pirates! don’t be squeamish you kids! with a blunderbuss fire away sanguine & intelligent patch will live 2 raid another day!…

stained mice flash baby teeth incisors warped like barbed wire aerial telemetry’s useless yet from the post-intellectual filmscape comes a hint of steel bayed blood & mile after mile of bricks & bayonet works detergent streams canals under streets meet the giant sprawl of the ocean’s packets arrive compresed in the anti-light of yesterday evening’s…

finally the truth courtesy of windows a complimentary maze to hypnotise the frantic vietnamese providing us our lightning speed ADSL connection so as to send all of our banality home via AOL & thus avoiding the queues at the post office we are subsidising you so shut up & look at your screen saver instead…

it’s an art form staying rich fight the power or just barter cyclo donations here press my trigger shoot me please i need it (& god knows i’m paying) instead of listening bicker amongst yourselves hotel room fights the locals wouldn’t care to see (viewing you & me as piggy banks) we’re levees against the…

y2k plus three viet man i’ll never say it again packets unsprawled divers glide through schools of fish though none touch him it’s a miracle of chaos & control – neon blades an old lake’s hole marginal silent on great heights a pinstripe increases the speed the tourist’s unease the matrix unloaded unpacked a dead…

exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco where your father knows the word for willow follows these slivers of improbable road lashes lampposts hold the sights & set them hourly daily wrongly platitudes & workers singalongs are ballast for a battered boat exhume the hello: it’s time to go down to tribesco…

stencil this: a persistent drone tribesco krowe on a corrugated iron roof its passage staccato all along a gutter sparrows go an oily chimera of heavy flight & a radar pattern signals flat my diagrams uneasy eyes a cast silhouette on the dim graffiti momentary shadow of an uberlord steps across a skys grave send…