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light and bitter
wind striking stone
beating conflict
bearing down
scratched on a head
marking the days
four poems prowl
as i fly into deeds
that bought me up
for change
to bring me into line
to put me in these lines
the imagery awakes
and in this mist of time
this son of york
moves effortlessly
‘mongst the pines
a slicing of anxiety that lies
most pale in the moonlight
witness the nervous prayer
vistas that were there for us
a very useful sunset
once more cut adrift
lover-to-be – begin
sex and secularity
show boats in the drink
adolescent agitprop revisited
across the backs
of daunting zebras
leap or they’ll come for you
get down on the blanket then
harsh noise too dark
once i was a walking erection
entitlement personified
lewd passions break neck
runaway class
runaway signs
sonic experiments
ranging from riffs
exclude ecstasy
include instances
you know
she whispered
you do know
gentle then
gentlemen
we are subjects
of the author
of his latest
and the world won’t end
oh delighting one
after all you will
after all you’ve seen
full-lotus on the mantelpiece
a technique to be admired
move on to more familiar hypnosis
twist yourself into a tree
incendiary personal collections
consisting of salacious clips
behaviour can be useful
a fortune on the pools
north carolina is drowning
and she is a million years old
in his pocket lies your breathing
modern psychology fries
wavemakers wade off
with my waking
red bricks
telephones
lines
the meat grinder has read your note
but you are not excused
a hundred-thousand potbellies
can’t be wrong
and personal chemistry
can only take you so far
this blend of surreal chicanery
is remaining
weaving opening pieces
and having to make do
so cease your
fashionable scuttling
i also find that
quite contrived
we held
we necked
as first rains
hit the carriage
we decoded the typology
while live-streaming the event
simplify and exemplify
or you will be disturbed
try to exercise
begin to form softness
sink into self-defence
only partly consume yourself
more profit for the shucksters
out ways means way out
sullen leaps from the parapet
my stares have been transformed
and both are rather weary now
coffee brews with queer desires
take what you want
and get it to shore
farewell yearning cobras
cats that ridge their backs
i’m trying to scrape
the dreamlike
off my mind
abiding buttered cool
blue-tiled pools and pixled fools
furnish them with everything
be sub-conscious signs i said
call it out then mother-hen
Eddie Heaton studied innovative and experimental poetry under the tutelage of poet and educator Keith Jebb, achieving a first-class honours degree. He also won the 2022 Carcanet Award for Creative Writing. His work has been published in International Times, Blackbox Manifold, Blazevox, Carcinogenics, Lothlorien and Synchronised Chaos.
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