poem: today I saw a torn-up bird

today I saw a torn-up bird
ruby-grey drumstick splayed on the pavement
feathers like the falling leaves to come

charcoal-blue so vivid ‘gainst
the no-colour beneath
shredded, leaving royal purple seams
pieces bathed in warm
September sun

sketch: dried salted cod

crude mono trace of a nude male figure lifting a box

sketch: all wrapped up

crude mono trace of a girl smiling at the viewer

poem: isolated imagery

isolated imagery
conjured, culled, and sharpened
amping up the factory
tuning up the harp and
keep on harping (pardon me)
twist and test for charity

sketch: a good fifth

crude mono trace and sketch of a nude female figure draped in cloth

poem: motorbike like Geiger counter drowned in radiation

motorbike like Geiger counter drowned in radiation
big mixed up dinner of many inclusions,
lunches and leftovers served up as one
houses bulging, overinflated
heron’s beak like an HB pencil