from Tree

'If anything, poetry should be able to do anything. Anything!'
      - Edwin Morgan.



1.     

        Frat         or         cognition

                   limp

           Can I start          with                       colour
                  line 1. Raspberry  
       a     fleck    wet
 

            a          c           r          o           s              s

a page            blood              a                             flood

     syringed as                    a                       
                                                                       globule  

                          irritation         /disturbance

          on                       each                  
 branch

     every     /      fragrance               /          
                                                                      of connotation

               lean nuance            lean  abundance
                                             






2. now a

                  spat   revulsion

                    lift

               and yellow                     dots

rubbed                     through       canvas

                 that             fading                                              

                  from   grace            a        
     ha


h                                         
                                      a                                                        r

                       l


          e          

q

                      u              e                    e                    n



S         

                   e        
                       
                                    q           

                                                   u           

                                                                 e              n              c           e






3.  
          regime  mould
                                

             then redirect those bits between

     I         have              no              need            of          it

except for backdrop                 accentuation   texture

                                                   set in relief

            I’m coming to it.






4.
                                                               mute man

        And                    one                    solid                      bounce


                     a great fist of it

                 so that there is no doubt

                       hive

            everything of every colour.

                 






5.

 a   canopy embark                                    

              What is this purpose               the vibration

          the hum of discomfort      object


            the place of the limited        these too few senses

that nearly                                                            always nearly



     © James McLaughlin 2010