When will the images come And where will come from A damp day confounds the seasons Feeling more like mellow autumn Than iron January False snow on an allotment to retain, perhaps or to retain warmth warmth + water bring life, or at least sustain it. River bend Rough water Smooth water Gravel island I work (and so therefore also write) In a bourgeois town Where it is not uncommon to See such vulgar people as footballers. Or so my colleague say; I can’t recognise the overpaid fuckers. ICO pen inscribes my downfall. Break into prose. Why have I not done this before? 9/1/06 by the river Scrub that comment about autumn Behind the mellowness There is a keen cold that thins the blood That leads to: Sluggishness or snap to alert? Depending on mood. Because this is internal. Sorry if that was fallacious and I was pathetic.