Heads or sails. 

Heads or sails the cutty broke lose 

around the Islay flames of valentines

whilst story telling the short shrift 

cooper plated the thoughts of that girl.

Ocean Shanty bringing drinks out 

Seeing shrinking life clapping sauce.

I’m on a platform called thirteen in the delayed

cold front looking out for the harboured whale

price of a tidal return of flowers to the waves.

What to ask the radio when you’ve folded 

time one handed and much ado about camera 

watching your winged feet.


Matrimony a painting i couldn’t read 

so write of lifeless lizards 

That couldn’t have swum without the sun.