Into the West

“(…) he dreamed a moment of battles his soul survived to wander there.”

Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano




this is how it works:

soft plastic phantoms of the past

assembling proleptic flashes of sub-poetry

& retrograde evidence & representations

of my edited emotional history:


your languid shape

backlit against the flat sky

your pregnant drawl

shallow & corporate

in scientific locution/

my memory of you

jells into fiction

blotting out over

& beyond the live flesh

& the cold shadow

of your hands









Peter Bies © 2010





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