The University of Essex

(for John Barrell) 1.gone to lunch back in five minutes night closed in on my letter of resignation out in the square one of my threads had broken loose the language i used was no and no while the yellow still came through, the hammer and the drills occasionally the metabolism alters and lines no longer come express waiting for you what muscles work me which hold me down below my head? it is a long coat and a van on the horizon a bird that vanishes    the arabic i learn from observation is how to break the line (genius creates surprises : the metropolitan police band singing ‘bless this house’ as the filmed extractor fans inflate the house with steam 2.walking my back home the wind is the wind is a no-vo-cain band and the footstep echoes i have conjured peo ple 3.ah, it all falls into place when it was time what he had left became a tile bodies held shaped by the pressure of air were clipped to his attention by their gestures my but we do have powerful muscles each of us equal to gravity or sunlight that forces our shadows into the pieces of a fully interlocking puzzle 4.good morning he whispered the horrors of the horses are the crows the bird flies past the outside the library many heels have trapped the same way he tolls, he lapsed with the light from so many trees check the pattern swerves with the back the tree that holds the metal spiral staircase swings aloft the hand removes a book and checked it for death by glasses or the angle food descends 5.the broadcast she turns me on she turns on me that the view from the window is a lake and silent cars are given the noise of flies dying in the heat of the library    the grass outside goes brown in my head behind my glasses behind the glass in the precinct thus, too, they whisper in museums and banks