WRITTEN SPECIFICALLY BY THE POET TO BREAK WORDPRESS, I RECKON. NEEDS FORMATTING.
ghost-cases of larvae fixed to stems
in the vacancy of
My tender heartroot for thee brake:
Toby Martinez de las Rivas
Out of the shallows, horizonless, unbroken, the impenitent, vertical body
tenders its asperities
to blinding waters.
None to anoint it, looking out towards Huish and the dismal stratocumuli.
O, hark at! The helicopterish
of goose wings.
Shall I thrust
my own head under, inhale the shattered meniscus,
the third clause held indefinitely to spite your transformational grammar?
Fierce joy that is like retching, undo me. As a dead polity,
brick by brick, stitch by stitch, the squat, feudal tower at Langport,
or the drowned mole in this baptismal water, claws subtly demonstrative
of admonishment, supplication,
My tender heartroot for you in the brake of thorns,
and the desperate purchase of this falling metre, Laura.