Poetry

Pure Phase and other poems

by Andrew Taylor

Pure Phase

 

Ship the desk

          beach house rental

set tape rolling

          delicate insects avoid movement

 

keep the gas lit

           meter reversal

 

shallow water candles

mad dog at the door

hole in the bathroom wall

 

from the docks sound

         dwelling mixed shared

 

like a Christmas drink

a patterned carpet

 

speakers raised ship’s chest

untold stories from the city

 

that smell from the sea

 

First Wings

 

Snow gathered

red cross green arrow

 

like the toll booth

approach at midnight

 

it encloses drops

like a trickster

 

salt clears route

floodlights deflect

columns a permanent

 

light

 

beyond production

logistics warehousing

 

its thickened air paths

of ghosts lead forward

 

spooks suddenly

 

a roadside cat

 

Slow Connection

 

So I think of boxes

usefulness and leaving

 

Reaching beyond the scope

those walkways look ancient

concrete has aged

 

Second cup of coffee sinks in

the 9.48 moves me

 

A line to embrace

     England’s green and pleasant

its motorway network adds the soul

 

Necessary cocoon preferable

carpet pattern is nicer

suits the mood

 

Physical context furniture

makes all the difference

 

drain the cup imagine the grounds

 

 

Mist House

 

Solitary cut

adrift

 

headlights into

eyes

 

half light

twin lanes

 

hedgerow curve

revelation of

mist house

 

lit from within

like

an

artwork

 

 

28 August 2011

 

She sticks stickers

     on notebooks that

she will inherit

 

like clear skies

     that turn to cloud

it’s necessity

 

dig through sand seek lines

     make camp

 

verge offers opportunity

     west coast mainline

 

shortening days leaf

     silhouettes against roofs

 

picnic near parks

     picnic in motorway service areas

reverb a snare

 

harvest home

     an M1 trajectory

 

 

Arc Light

 

Third rail flakes as if it’s been

attacked by acid crumbles

like ten year old denim

 

wait for autumn puddles

for grey reflection

warehouses and frames of engineless

motorcycles

 

shades of digital distortion

the layers are intentional

you have to dig

even by arc light rewards

are there

 

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Andrew Taylor is a Liverpool poet and co-editor of erbacce and erbacce-press. His latest pamphlet is ‘The Lights Will Inspire You’ (Full of Crow: Oakland) was published in spring 2011. Poems have recently appeared or are about to appear in Poetry Wales, Red Fez, Mad Rush, The Ten Pages Press Reader III and Rain Dogs. He has a PhD in poetry and poetics and currently teaches creative writing at Edge Hill University.

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photo by Kristi Harms

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