A List Made With A Grey Sky:
Petals with a peculiar smell
One small trolley
A dinner wagon
Aperitifs at 6.30
A vase – fat, rounded
Some coloured glass
2 green velveteen cushions
no rabbit
6 chairs – Bell Street, Salvation Army
Another peculiar smell
Old pee
Back against the nostrils
4 castors
a pulley
the pan with the black handle – slightly bellied-bottom
slightly out of time
holding the space – always
the noise of the rolling
lights – small and bright
everlasting
bulbs
a balcony
backs
spines
remembrance
dulce
et decorum
est…
the wealth
of
the thing
the
breath
of
the thing
gulag
how to be
how to go
how to show
how low
ho ho
was it mine or yours
is it hours of passing of time of weight of body of lips of hair
one bruise
one scar on the top of the head
waterfalls
caves
a bruise on my tooth
loosening
dropping
swooping
5p
softly closing
muffled
muffling
in a jar at
the side
of the bed
my money for
running
playing
escaping
shutters
Mr Ripley
The sun
My ending, unknown, ever-knowing, not knowing
Unable to resist the lilt
The totally tropical taste
The chance to reveal
The chance to subsume, consume, presume but never assume – it makes an ass of you and me…
Too much
Extraneous
Lessening
Loosening
Leftovers
Offcuts
Brown serge
Broderie anglais - white
Seersucker – lemon + pedal pushers to match
Poplin – Mary
Small check – green white – red pox
A game – rummy
Another jar
½ pences – winnings
a bet
a joke
a laugh
the back bedroom – today chilly
last night toasty
the big bulb in the cage beneath the candlewick
pink – small green and white buds
she tips
she picked me up – the strength of the lion
2 wrists
2 ankles
and dropped me onto the bigger pink buds
thudding on the back, no wind, only wind
hot air
laughing
crashing
stirring
the cherry blossom
right now, still in leaf