Issue 8: Iain Britton

bloody-minded

torn mugshots /       / hang by folds


a mummified genie


(half unwrapped)      smirks


the shop is in ruins


and a goat herd      clatters on the trot to be milked


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upside down


                      over capitalization


enables homes to be quilted into streets


 


movies for adults


    in Aegean technicolour


screen nightly


 


            biographies


     alive in plaster        sky-dive


from God’s right finger          


 


and onlookers


                    crane their necks


    gobble anything that’s going

                                                                                                                       

like manna from high places


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                        worn antiquity


shows its flakes        a wooden horse

has been wheeled in for an all-expenses-paid

escape for those who want it


the sun is elsewhere being argumentative

resistant to change /     bloody-minded


 


the shop is in ruins


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going nomadic


                        is an excuse


for reviving superstitions

                     

                 talking to oneself /       / gesticulating wildly


 


     burning hard-earned sacrifices


on rock piles in the desert

earmarked for heavenly delights

1


she tramples on field coordinates


on paths earmarked for urbanised heavenly delights


          she lights up a system of caves


             (the bats long gone)


 


it seems intrusive


but generational habits still persist


          a crawling upwards


               is still the only way out           


2


I’ve written my version of events


(in triplicate this morning)       of suddenly last summer


I’ve watered down my part


            to a spectral observation


 


she        the red-wrapped drama queen      licks


an ice cream


hugs local panoramas


talks me through pornographic slideshows


through guest lists        

                                                                                                                       

             drinking from  the same glass


she holds me up to airborne nuances


3

                    her favourite people


                    repeat


                    good-byes /       / hellos



a kind of primal saturation

can be read into what we hope for

Oystercatcher Press published Iain Britton’s third poetry collection in 2009. Kilmog Press published his fourth in 2010. The Red Ceilings Press published an ebook Ten Poems last year and an Argotist Ebook songlines has come online this year. A forthcoming full collection titled druidic approaches is due out imminently with Lapwing Publications. He also has a pamphlet from Like This Press due out in August, and Beard of Bees (US) and Greendoor Publishing will be publishing chapbooks soon.

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