John Wilkinson

1953 / London

[from SARN HELEN]

bayoneted. If any will hear the truth must cling best
avoid blow dragonflies, cling on by nail-feasance
over a cataract which scours a giant curtain wall,
or was it short-of-time shrunk the unseeming aimless
river to a bank's sediment? Common seals luxuriate
transmitters pinned behind their perked-up ears,
breezes buffet from all directions Body-build them
into a race of top achievers, filing across hillsides
mewl within their gathering blades, a scopophilia
shrink-wraps the forest in its retailer's proud image
Preserving it while it speeds, dragnetting seagulls,
seagulls, choughs, a tinkers' brood they desolate
with far cries. Filaments shall creep though bated
shear the nucleus, threads by which I still revolve
shook where a deadeye holds the swarm by scent,
from bracken rising augural, on white stuff lightsome.
Bindings dishevelled dry & tighten on their windlass
mummify, screwing a bridge's tension dip & straight,
machines tramping open cropped ground beneath
go incognito in a high-wire infant parsing T-cells
Nose squashed on a greyprint, how will molten tar
fuse the cracks the drought shall visit? Canefrogs
jump the continent, leaf through springy signatures
closer than a razor-blade's width. Co-dependency
was our sick tract, gluey exudate we thought to pill,
thought in lieu of reagent so a pancake could solidify
honeycombed poor silicate, quivering to adjust
hand-to-hand remedial lets the day-out skaters pass
They throng the pentangle straw-fringed, slip-slide
through turnstiles like windows read seasons' entry.

Stronger the differences yet more shall they even out,
locally stabilised against their brushed & rolled-on
variety of roots affiliations. Affording scope for
trapped bubbles closing above the issue decompress
on the running crack we learnt to compere, calling
after names we programme to overfly. Love of Mike
streams from a capsule still might generate Mike
Who. Repack his space with sex toys & a calculator.
Being obdurate ground a chain of buckets empties.
A scraping machine drew its blade on protuberances.
The vacuum sipped slowly like the seamed vessel
girds itself & counts on Count on a decent return,
farting, a Wizard of Oz gale restocks what billows
caulked but incapable of self-evidence. As it imbibes
of the downdraft, belching short, distressed bouts,
send-storm shall abate & the crows-nest jiggle high-
vaunts to see behind lifts the nose of a coming storm,
compassed too by the arena. Drop its grey bundle
like on a scaffold television sours & is less buoyant.
But it seems their ionized stuff might over-rehearse
its early state of mobility, a platoon of engineering
squaddies drilled in straight lines for a lemming wave
spot & fox & it is their Passchendaele implodes in
reinforced trenches. The plasma sheath like a condom,
they start to expel communicative a flock of gulls
outperforms his spec, he will be a founding premise
this week of what he shortsees. Rewind the meter
dangles its supplement inside a white & careful box.
We took the ladle to the punchbowl frosted in a clear
tame stream. Around my arm the air was strapped.
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