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Hoofstock
Truth spoils
the other Atlantic
A cattle drive
in Beery let down
So far
Still Industrial
Golden blue maws
and the new
response to
blatant localism
When the tracking sheet
Fails
a hills sillage
stories Rams
like noise around
a photo
The Bag of Suck
is Plainsong
Will you happen to me again
Name-sensitive-landfill
End of eras
You happen to catch
A lovely goal in
Barnsley
Better in the same sky
Eaten up
in intentional loops
the Unmade roads
A lot of tall things
Then the Sad bungee
into wool
and Porridge pats us
Out of the station
Into the sadness
12 ages of lamppost
in Tiergarten
lung worm and the
Fake snow specialist
the bridge reads Blackfriar
but the time says new floor
pine sluice dipped
in summer lightning
cycle empty
Clear away in the morning
Clear from away
Ringinglow
Death is a fuck thing
and freedom is the
freedom to think otherwise
All radiated and alone
In Usable daylight
Rusting pines
& dust that voted for Eisenhower
One day none of this will be ours
the Four o Clock midnights
& minibuses to
clear lake capital
Never an irrelevant deer or
something we’ll forget
the rest of our lives.
Endcliffe Pk
As far as I can work out
Habit weakens all
2 grey teeth
Inhale combustion
Won't breathe better
The other side of Mount Soundtrack
Kent County access
Is a pylon pile-on
My concrete eyesore
is a living thing
All Paved with Eel spine
Wave belly and the asterisk
to nowhere
That condition between others
like the Thumbtacks in the trees
& some stingy sky
keeping up the
Blue log of
three way scrape
hard-standing
behind the luck.
Another function of
the pressure
Woodfresh and
Muckish lough salt
The hugebaby in the suntrough
all caught up.
Screaming Line
Dog ideal on
Sun in the Sands
crates nothing but
Document park
Pub salad &
3 factors of dawn
another Daily poem
from behind the moon
Frog in radiator
Wailing to Perch
Screaming line
At the
Still & Star
stayed deep in
Yesterday’s heads
Then the poem called Pace
Queued up in 89 words
Listening to the tapes
Riding from Eight hours
I love you brick building
The Quality chippers
across Night old ice
Eulogy for the last union set
Duck rhymes with woes
Cows mean safe
Some Pine tree comfort for
The General drinkery
The pearl of Kalmykia
In
Geneva Bold Font
when the
Week hasn’t found me
Some
Late harvest ales
on Houndsditch
Days gone down
To
Pass the pig
Impetus to
Make free
It’s nothing out
You realise the land
Between things
only so real
to share the grass with
the white deer.
Alex Marsh is a poet from London. His previous books include Silo Bliss (SPAM Press), Ten Red Mornings (Death of Workers) and Two in the Wave (Distance No Object). He also co-runs OUT ELSE and co-edits Ludd Gang, a bi-monthly magazine set up to support the Poets' Hardship Fund.
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