big town blues (ix)
by Dylan Harris
darkening
darkening grows
carnivore plant
pulls to you
darkening day
wisting sun
slowth
events
deign me write
season’s being–be
darkening’s brace
ice rain
absent
there is no cold
where’s the rain
where’s the pull
köln
overture
nach berlin
von brüssel
ICE
köln
nach berlin
von schiphol
ICE
köln
fugue 1
one track
a metre apart
ahead behind
one end
a metre apart
ahead behind
fugue 2
i’m not on this track
you’re not on this track
you’re not on this track
i’m not on this track
fugue 3
i’m far far ahead
look see me there just
you’re far far behind
look see you there just
fugue 4
a metre apart
ahead behind
a metre apart
ahead behind
incident
incident–
–ally
incident
the time
in skirts
policemen dance
incidentally
a Gilliam
incident
show
–ally
incident–
incidentally
this road
has a cliff
this road
don’t skirt
said cliff
this road
old road
new cliff
incidentally so
still a show
is it
is it
a show
a cliff
they’re your wheels
the cliff
they’re
dancing skirts
image hunt
interruption
i the image hunt
found
not the hunted
the glass
a painting
the drinker
white shapes
chase
behind me
telewele nod
pseudo–pindar
i done the image hunt today
not the shapes i sought
caught
pinocchio’s nose
the beer glass horizontal
as though the guy’s
grown pinocchio’s nose
thick
the drinking up
ship in a bottle
forget this
he likes the beer
in shattered colour
paranoid texture
relaxed
a working man’s cut
and cap
a sky of rags
no storm
just bloody disturbed
the guy’s relaxed
i don’t get the oily footprints
running up the neck
blot on the temple
what kind of mechanic
does that
two old
the moment is cheers
two older pals
drinking men’s caps
olive green jackets
brown pullovers
in yorkshire
they’d be landrovers
the background’s a cold wall
slaking rain for itself
rich jacket
rich jacketed
listening guy
head at power
speaking
a rich bugger too
mock tramp
this is convivial
drawing room and wive
deal and indulge
the background’s relaxed
fumes of warmth
ice is not
coda coda
and a barstool corner guy
bluetooth ear
milk monitor badge
flashing siren blue
his middle–age
child mascara
Dylan Harris lives in Paris. His books include europe and antwerp (both published by wurm press) and the smoke (published by Knives, Forks and Spoons Press). He’s online at DylanHarris.org.
