Tim Wright



The nugatory heaven


The picnics played real estate on the grass
Replenishing his smile with a metal flask
The sun came down spiking the clouds in its path
Hitting the ground as in a crayon pastoral

Replenishing his smile with a metal flask
The muted parades sold their retreats
Hitting the ground as in a crayon pastoral
Indications glistened on the suburb

The muted parades sold their retreats
A nervous agent delayed his rounds
Indications glistened on the suburb
Different colours assumed the foreground

A nervous agent delayed his rounds
Betraying emollient beliefs
Different colours assumed the foreground
Brokering incautious platitudes

Betraying emollient beliefs
Drowsy feuds came to rest
Brokering incautious platitudes
Pulchritudinous scraps blew past

Drowsy feuds came to rest
The construction site was eerily quiet
Pulchritudinous scraps blew past
That indicator light has been off for hours

The construction site was eerily quiet
The sun came down spiking the clouds in its path
That indicator light has been off for hours
The picnics played real estate on the grass




abandon pencil


even tenured seagulls
dovecoted assemblies
grizzle in an interstice
what you do
for a breath
now intermittent
patent landscape
disembodied armrest
blundered to bed
in the stinging
kitchen light
early october
i abandon pencil
only slightly



Tim Wright has a pdf-chapbbook available - your attention is drawn to https://swimswam.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/1809/.

 
 
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