good eve­ning, warmth, here i am again enti­ced by the pre­sence of light i’m obvious­ly here and all your pre­tence of acci­dent just makes me love you (i see through you, or not quite) love you control has pushed my head convex – or is concaine ? chance that gurgles like a picket fence bru­shed by a sau­sage of my wate­ry sight Tom Raworth In which Rhythm Makes a Stand Collected Poems Carcanet 2003 133…

snow falls through moon light smile on the moon enchant­ment returns i am on the moon twink­ling reflec­tions a horse neighs an organ plays looks like it the bal­loon ascends my father is killed by a sack of sand it’s just some­thing i was thin­king of “bal­last” i write in the ans­wer smoke blows through the flakes of snow moons­now flames it can be no plai­ner Tom Raworth Poetry Now Collected Poems Carcanet 2003 106…

after a lit­tle com­bing and the max ration there were no abs­ten­tions from dark­ness to dark­ness against the rec­tan­gu­lar ope­ning in the deser­ted street a slip of paper grip­ped my hand but the wide swathe around it could only come from a wet brain pun­ched into the snow as conscious­ness came back there was a couch a sub­sti­tute body of mine Tom Raworth Eternal Sections Collected Poems Carcanet 2003 1993 410…

rol­ling in off the sea for the first time no kind of emo­tion wai­ting around des­pite tin­ted eye­glasses his mus­cu­lar hind­quar­ters didn’t fit the lea­ther seat kee­ping him glo­wing to heat the room would acce­le­rate decay wor­ship­ping the wrong god when they star­ted dying wasn’t so much Tom Raworth Eternal Sections Collected Poems Carcanet 2003 1993 412…

a lion in the cor­ner of the room wel­come back, lion you are tel­ling me to invest in oil ? no, you are tel­ling me that you are a lion Tom Raworth Old Poem’s Collected Poems Carcanet 2003 107…