Issue 26: Eddie Heaton

covered up with clouded callings

urban fringe relatives for whom

there is no imagery in place all eat

and shit and like to think that

change is there but through a

window in the channel tunnel at

the weekend with a cloak on single

full-on one hand bumping into

boroughs that belong an

architectural puzzle of the in-before

was feared they thought it even more

confusing and confused and then you

searched for what was so out of the

question and affirming that support

got silent at the bite of day to be

abandoned during that time spent

while wondering why anyone would

choose the type who stands around

and makes no effort to be outside of

anything that gravity contains so in

he went into their reconstructed

plan the solid amiable child who held

your vices with his will although his

short-tailed voles were left behind

so dimly lit and with the last of them

your form a choice of roasted peppers

or disgrace the bunker star millennium’s

lost dome astonishment at lightning’s

grasp a difficult time for all of us there

is no service happening your life was

started by mistake in subterranean

black my alter ego stakes its claim

within re-opened chapters on the sly

for it is known that once there was a

room where worst of all i killed off

all her smiles and stood behind my

reasoning while handling the point

i felt was needed with a steady

understanding touch a little troubling

at first but then exactly on the spot

that felt its way on down the spiral

explanation paths the cosmos

balanced by an unexpected alteration

plan just one more task but not quite

yet a simpleton that went he said she

said and that was then the last of it

although we talked it over once again

felt gritty made our union a form

among survivors groping thoughts for

consolation and support and then the

rabid laser class began disseminating

spores of life at both emaciated poles

that lay beyond the wreckage of the

deed caught with more urgency abreast

yet clearer and exposed before the

century of lights where infancy might

last the young distinctive well-honed

brains held out against the distance

was the least of what was happening

within the black gloved hand was still

and held your pure unmitigated bliss

the bold prophetic chants of violent

ends to humankind a fair ride’s

crust of puked-up candy floss you

whirled around again and used

creation in its telepathic mode as

many characters you picked

connected once again with life’s

exemptions be reflective and prepare

i smoothed the pillows in the hope

that both our retrospective quotients

might apply and fuel your foolish

fantasies again distinctive as that lost

discounted time its vast tectonic plates

collide and rumour has convinced the

panic buying hordes their days are

numbered by malevolent design the

datableed becomes a kind of sequel

to those early parapetic rhymes

After many years of working at the coal face in business magazine publishing, Eddie Heaton, at the tender age of 61, signed up for a degree course at University of Bedfordshire, where he studied innovative poetry under Keith Jebb. Having successfully completed the degree course he now intends to embark on an MRes also in the field of innovative and experimental poetry.

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