We went down to
the Roman station, down
Fibonacci code streets which were tiny
and drawing from a three horn band
transformed life, with sax central riffs

this is the time I spend making my subway dialogue
with Mahla, who was brown Italian
beautifully vamped
the crowds join in
and the mellow bolts sing hurtful songs

green gringo booksellers make double profit
off of Alfred Lord Tennyson and Wayne Rooney
soccer jerseys which like window
hung around the fountains
around the doughy bowls of gelatina, garden fresh

who could have been doubleafraid of
summertime escaping from the loud
a bull in the sewers, a moth in the opaque air
“Somebody have mercy”
his own bridged gaps between blackness

wake in insistent doleful pouting hums of quiet.

Triptych—Hank Williams

I.

When [g] I get to glory, Im gonna sing, sing, sing
Im gonna let the [a7] hallelujahs [d7] ring

[g] Im gonna praise my blessed saviours name
When I get to glory, Im [d7] gonna sing, sing, [g] sing.

[g] in this world of sorrow, Ive seen trouble and woe
When I get to glory [a7] Ill see no [d7] more
For [g] I know my prayers have not been in vain
When I get to glory, Im gonna [d7] sing, sing, [g] sing.

Sometimes I get so weary inside
Then I recall how my jesus died
Up there I know, therell be no pain
When I get to glory, Im gonna sing, sing, sing.

Chorus

Up there no tears will blind my eyes
And Ill walk along by my jesus side
Ill meet my loved ones all once again
When I get to glory, Im gonna sing, sing, sing.

II.

In the [d] great book of john – youre [g] warned of the [d] day
When youll be laid - beneath the cold [a7] clay
The [g] angel of [d] death - will [g] come from the [d] sky
And claim your poor soul - when the [a7] time comes to [d] die.

Chorus
When the angel of death - comes [g] down after [d] you
Can you smile and say - that you have been [a7] true
Can you [g] truthfully [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That youre ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death.

When the [d] lights all grow dim - and the [g] dark shadows [d] creep
And then your loved ones - are gathered to [a7] weep
Can you [g] face them and [d] say - with [g] your dying [d] breath
That youre ready to meet - the [a7] angel of [d] death

III.

[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger and [d] pain
And [g] now I can see the [c] end of my [g] journey
Im going to [d] heaven a-[g] gain.

I leave you the day, to help all your neighbors
I leave you the night, to solemnly pray
So try to repent and ask for forgiveness
Well meet up in heaven, someday.

Goodbye to this world, with all its sorrows
Goodbye to the fields, that I used to roam
Im going away where, life is eternal
My shepherd is callin me home.

From out of the sky, hes coming to meet me
To wash all my sins and call me his own
His servants will bring, a ring for my finger
And never no more will I roam.

What if one foggy night?

the changes that will come will always haunt you and

the problems of continuity will beg for you like a dry kiln

when you are unable to see ahead

rain-silt staying power bogging, draining out the air of light.

uh oh here comes everyone a poem taken from Kevin McConnell

Not Quite Done

Triple Dream

Ian Davisson

I.

(obdurate, spreading out, the day leaks onto the field)

the sun so without a thought without a care approached

& while we settled our legs in the water by the hoopnecked reeds

& it seemed to her the rain would not be coming would pass

(so we can cancel it from each side & we’re told

this is the reverse order of a bridge or there no bridge)

so beckoned & together [we] wandered doubleeyeing the grey moat

counterweighted by the double strength of our hands so i say

last night when the moon wandered into the common space (i want to tell you)

i dreamed i was wearing a woman’s silk bodice peony-patterned

& rocks from her garden greyshaped began falling and

in my rarest voice i called smokesignal words in your direction

clouded by the smokestacks clouded by the industrial arches

& wire-white hands whip up strangle my voice in a strange dark horizon

II.

i go to walk my ,& my while later say to her .

i take my time to ,& to of what laid out here &.

of what laid out here ,being felt called for more

in the meantime ,some time binding & will apply

to me i think ,& think wait thinking

something ,improvised awakened last night

like throwing himself upon a grenade upon titanic grass fields

III.

in the ways

Her mouth opens “A pause, a rose,

“A pause, a rose,

the sum of us

repetition

dreaming of nature