staccato nature notes...

...(superficially) like tom raworth (in my twisted mind, anyway).

snail slalom:
chilled cycle track
swish with night rain
sun and mist and cloud
sun and mist and lorries' exhaust
roundabout parked stupid
she flagged me down
and me down
and the wheels
skid
i told her the a34 the flyover south
hips breasts love handles
too big for her overtight overyoung clothes
aspiring teenager in a 40 year old body
nice face and glasses grateful
thanks

white blossom fall snow echoes
supersweet and sour hawthorn
a dessert unusually twisted with
bitter flavours
hedges wet decay underneath
shrill bird whistles piercing

snail migration wet tarmac
steering challenge
weed grass sheltered edge
staggered departures
shell delicate vulnerable
14 stone man and bike
metal and bone and fat and flesh
4 square inches of rubber
vectored forces

scrunch
soft parts antennae
so many so many
impossible paths through snail space
squintch
relentless depredation
masses
dogged survival
roadside richness hidden
tiny dramas triumphs defeats
contingency
lucked/fucked
sklitch
scrunch

slish
clear tarmac
sun up