star theory

 

the bookshop retreats

to its cabinet of codes

 

we shake hands / my fingers       

talk by showing pictures /

              patterns

 

and you attach them

to your star theory

on alphabetical abstractions

 

 

 

 

wintering out

 

you wonder at the wintering out

amongst last night's dreams pensioned off

the plucking of narratives from Elysian enclosures

 

 

 

ablution day

 

beside our home        families

wash their haloes in a stream

the elfin eels congregate

in murky hollows

stars crouch on stones

 

a curious autonomy is on display

the magpies are mating

the jacarandas are tableclothes

of blossom motorised by bees

 

my stance here is more the composite

structure of something uploadable

 

 

 

 

neon blue

 

nothing critical to say you make coffee /

 

this morning is about neon-lit vistas the blue ocean

a star-studded argument waking up the beach

 

 

    © Iain Britton 2014