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THE INSPECTION

THE INSPECTION / Peas in a pod / Laid out for God. / Like shrunken heads, or like autumnal / Conkers: once jostling, now quiescent in a lin…

OUT OF LATVIA

OUT OF LATVIA / [Sunday Telegraph’s title] / Riga is the colour of the Eastern bloc, like nougat kicked around in a gutter. Beyond t…
Victory by Stephen Jackson Captain Paunch (Lardass) by Stephen Jackson All summer long by Stephen Jackson Rich People by Stephen Jackson Telly for Brits by Stephen Jackson Mr Noxious by Stephen Jackson Autumn Serenity by Stephen Jackson Mr President by Stephen Jackson Cowboy by Stephen Jackson Capitalism by Stephen Jackson Consolation by Stephen Jackson Voterz by Stephen Jackson Gemini in the Sky by Stephen Jackson Handcuffs by Stephen Jackson Glum Pride by Stephen Jackson Satan's Hamster by Stephen Jackson Inner Brat by Stephen Jackson Mrs Queen by Stephen Jackson Life in England by Stephen Jackson Strangers and Friends by Stephen Jackson Maim a Golfer today by Stephen Jackson League of Concerned Citizens by Stephen Jackson Spring by Stephen Jackson After the Rain by Stephen Jackson Play by Stephen Jackson Germinating Nature by Stephen Jackson

STRIKE IT LUCKY

He fell, with a thud, into the abyss of another day. “Always darkest before the dawn” they’d said, but now the sun was high in the sky. H…
A Withering by Stephen Jackson Happy Days by Stephen Jackson The Departed by Stephen Jackson Funfair by Stephen Jackson Last Resting Place by Stephen Jackson

MOUSE

I met a mouse the other night. / I was alone, as I generally am, / Typing by lamplight. / Clattering self-advancing words / And post-Mille…

THE PARLIAMENT OF INSECTS

Imagine, if you will, / The copulation of flies. / The machinery of how / Their horrid glances meet: / Flirting, the way cadavers might /…

ANATOMY

Beneath the feverish chintz of / Someone else’s living room / I contemplate my own mortality, / And the thought of it wearies me. / The do…

THE PRESBYTERIAN

The interviewer asked if you had laughed. / You said that, once, you had. / How well I know that laugh. / A purged cry, sterile as fire, / …

DAY OUT

It was outside Battersea Power Station, / That great wen, that the train / Stopped dead. / It was November, and raining. / Your Dad didn’t…

EVENING

As I contemplate the waste that is a living mind / The moon, thin as a sabre, darkens in the sky. / More slender than my fingernail / Or so…

ATLAS

He feigned, I think, a certain interest in where I’d been. / And so, as if by accident, I let it slip. I humoured him: he / Flattered me …

THE CANNERY AT THE SOUTH POLE

I have cast away the jewels of your lives / Having no space in this new flat / And smelling the mould beginning to rest upon them; / Reconc…

PERSISTENCE OF VISION

The span of his gaze was so great / He could not see the generations come and go before him: / Flickering, quicker than motes on a sunbeam.…

THE EMPIRE OF LICE

As they conquered the summit of a living face / They knew it was preordained, / An answered prayer: too good to be by chance. / So much was…

FREE FALL

One day, bumbling about his normal business, / He fell through the net of indeterminacy / Into the great interstices of the / Earth. So s…

I’M GLAD I DIDN’T MENTION THIS

“Embrace your fears,” I wrote, in the footnote to an old diary entry. “They are what will make you whole.” / I don’t think so. So long as…

NETHERLEY COMPREHENSIVE

The late Monday light forsakes us / All, as if offended. / Here we sit, you and I, / Made brutal by mutual fear. / This is the way wars st…

LAST BUS

A vignette, perhaps, from Edward Hopper / Transplanted to an anaesthetic land. / An etherised face, staring and alone, beneath / The incand…

ONE LAST TIME

I thought, before they cut her phone off, / I might leave a last message. / One for the ether: one that not a soul / Would ever hear. “Goo…

MY MOTHER’S DEATH

My mother, as usual, judged it best. / The day before her funeral, in a gibberish of legs, / A fly refused to die on her bathroom sill. / O…

A LOST FRIEND

I saw you last night, friend. / (How long’s it been? Months? / And what ossified, what paralysed continents / Has your mind traversed in…

Come, ye Sons of Art: A Poem for Cultural Loiteri…

(I) THE POET SPEAKS / You treat world history as a mathematician does mathematics, in which nothing but laws and formulae exist, no reality…

J’ACCUSE

[still in progress] / ‘I should have more faith,’ Holmes said. ‘I ought to know by this time that when a fact appears opposed by a long tra…

NORMAL FOR NORFOLK

…“We shall make her one of us. / A loving cup: a loving cup! / Goober-gargle, goober-gargle: / We accept her – we accept her – …

HE SAID, SHE SAID

He arrived, in a blue January twilight / At this great space: this measureless pavilion, epic / And austere. Within it (lost), the murmu…

DAMSEL_D

The Green Man was where we met. / You said, “I feel like getting drunk”. / The Green Man was where we split. / You said my kisses made you …

FOR DANIELLE

Preen yourself, as you deserve / And your golden skin; stretch you long lush legs. / Exalt your lazy gaze, your eyes like jade / Your eyes …

VICTORIA STATION

The coach before mine / Was headed for Bialystock. / Celestial on their concrete rafters, pigeons / Stolid as bolts, or gunmetal, / Natter…

OUR CANCER WOULD LIKE TO SAY SOMETHING

How fast can living things revert to mud? / The beggar on a street is halfway there. / And, thanks to you, our mouths – yours and mine bot…

A SONG FOR SUMMER

Spare me the yellow loneliness / Of scorched afternoons, that gape like private deserts. / Spare me my skull, swathed in a sulphur dazzle /…

HAPPY HOUR

It is the big black before an execution, / Dark enough for him to feel the texture of a sound. / Fresh from an alcoholic stupor (giving a s…

CRIES OF LONDON

You didn’t have much to do with doctors. / Not since that last one called you a / Psychopath. I needed to make more of an / Impression, …

THE ROOF OF THE WORLD

There you are, as I was at your age, / A solitary child in your teeming realm / Far from the shimmering torpor that I see – this / …

THE CLAM HAS A HUNDRED EYES

Cockles and oysters, armed with a hundred eyes / Yet eyeless, limbless, apprehending nothing: / Clinging to the cusp of the sea, / Sifting …
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DOG EAT DOG

Out there, beyond the abyss of night / Beyond the lightlessness that lies behind my own / Eye – worse, my inner eye – / A dog is howling.…

THE BOTTOM OF THE ATLANTIC

Life is so quiet, you see, on the abyssal plain. / There, in a drench of dark and suffocating cold, / With feelers like feeble spines R…

PROMENADE

Mr Duffy…lived at a little distance from his own body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical h…
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