PRAY EAT

I eat you
With extraordinary care
Peel you slow, with reverance
Reveal the goodness inside
Compacted within your packaging

You are so delightfully fresh
Succulent - you watch me
Swallow a once loved
Portion of you

Pleasure apparent
I extend my lower jaw,
Come back for more

I get deep inside you
Reach an intimacy
Only lovers really do
- We share juices, our preferences

And not wanting to spoil
This burgeoning relationship
I swallow you
Keeping you close,
Take you beyond my stomach,
Until your last cell is dissolved

WATERFALL WOMEN

Pornographic women
Have no belonging
No storyboard to share,
No tear-drops...

Nothing holds -

Except the quiver and splash
Of shuttered flesh

THE FORK

Unexplainable
That bald presence
Alive in the upper branches

We sense presence
From a god close to hand
Touching
The writing tree's
Hollow runes and the
Strung gizzards of birds -

The wind points North.

Blood is gold to catch in a
Wicker basket, yet we warriors
Disagree with our wizard's
Strange practice -

Cutting down
Two young necks
Entwined like threaded swans
Who practised burnt gymnastics
All the dry Summer long.

PENNINE WAY

Massive iron sky
Slides over, as if on castors

We move on this great
Moorland path, which curls
North strung out with penitents

We make a barren mistake
Turning into a simple valley,
(We deciding on left not right).

Later, in the pub,
We release gargantuan fears
Laugh to distraction, exagerate

To avoid dwelling on the silence
Of that day's long march and
Those briefly seen
Line of ghostly 1930's walkers
Whose helmets that lit up
The cotton grass

THE HOUSE

You invest in me
I invest in you
This future cloak
Is reliable
Like an old oak

Our currency crackles
With its minus sign
Amongst the terrible forest
Of human souls - yet
I see your golden smile
And find strength

As the leaves falter
In the city and deposit gold,
Our feet fan out their
Nerves; red from our veins
makes the soil
warm, fertile, quivering -
This currency flows.

THE END OF ALL THEORY

Under dim lights
We were discussing the possible
Structural support of pasta,
Tony Blair's zero popularity,
And Fuselli's resemblance to
Flabby DNA

Then, your fork wobbled
Dived, and I got real goosebumps
As your plate almost found your cleavage
As you licked an atom of Jalfrezzi
Off your cream coloured cuff.

HABITAT

She sleeps like Miss Piggy
Cruel but exact
He paws 'NUTS'
In his male habitat

The Signor wets his mouth
The policemen nets fears
This city's water overflows
With its alcoholic tears

KINDERSCOUT IN WINTER

The static mountain shivers;-
The green buttresses,
Caked in peat, present
Withered young branches

Fingers of buds
Are cocked at the sky

Spittle of words
Drive upwards to
A special moment
A frozen waterspout
Mid sentence

Knowing it is unkind
To break those syllables
We climb around

NIGHT-TIME AT VICKERS

The sky is folded up
And lanced, its light
Lies on the other side

There are
Sinew-patterns
In starlight, talons
Touching the night

Armour is man's work -
This coal seam
Obscures delicious
Cloud-swirls - as the
Factory dreams of
New orders.

For twelve hours
I wish upon a vista
Of boilers, guns,
Perverted piece-work

And gain in-depth knowledge
Of applying human carnage
Through a bore and a lens.