FIVE EIGHTHS

 MY OPIATE

 you
 for I
 and fighting my friend
 to knit and tether close love destiny
 is part of we can we it work

 out
 fourth I
 and fighting my friend
 up sticks and down under bridges
 is a part of what we work out

 you
 four eye
 batted black lashes
 tune into the call of a destiny
 we part so we can work on it

 our
 four eyes
 close to blinking heavenly feel
 to unite tunes the call of destiny
 is part of work what we call ourselves

 o
 for eyes
 maddened frowned furrowed back
 to know the call of a destiny
 we wept out works of what can we

 for I
 bless cables clash
 in fighting by friends
 hope stacks the deltoid under blades 
 it's apart for we can work it out

 offer
 forth I
 less balking bashed
 closeted toll blanked he vulnerable
 can work it out on thus we part

 forth I
 clasp blessed luck
 and fealty my friend
 close to believing how full
 a part of us is work we work


 STRAIT

 start
 intimately bodacious
 the lot of men
 and their very hooves before washing
 gave love to my master one I hooves

 intimacy bodacious
 leap off log
 I in middle in I
 and there for a dream beefs
 go lavish my mover on inward hop vest

 boding miscellany
 flip off log
 the lot of men
 in the here a dream beefs
 fishing my master out of having one more 

 stored
 peaceful intimates
 peep off logs
 eyes and middle and eyes
 be hooves of a body rest 

 please institutions
 people slog opportunistically
 I sand smiles I sand
 vocal through performance of the rest
 vocal here building lots of my words

 frog less lapel
 lots of the many
 shirty on the ferry weedy doves
 she behaves a witch watering the damned
 love go master the hoppers destiny to destiny

 strayed
 lock off pack
 lots of the men
 island of me off islands
 vocal here budding to slot many ways

 played instore
 lolloping frollocking foal
 stand in I in stand
 sheep brave a wet shower do we
 vulgarly my stroppiest distance goes lovingly plish plosh



 DAVID HERBERT NO LONGER

 blimey Oedipus
 the canvas painted
 still there it is
 who would want the job
 we have had to find other wise

 arrant
 the canvas spindly
 who would want the job
 we had to find wise have other
 that's where it's packed and it crowds in

 the canvasser explains
 there stills eyes it
 bleeding I lay anywhere blots leak
 we had to have found wise behaviour
 where I spaced crowds in there what's who

 law
 below Oedipus
 I still it there
 weeping heads have to wear brave tracksuits
 that wear in packed in it crowds in

 arrested
 the paint canvasser
 is it still there
 let it be also let be
 tin machine hated the painted face man

 sense
 maybe east
 whose wants job wants for
 bearded the head cracks open everywhere
 we halve to be women and men

 wrench
 limes theologist
 canvas the painters
 bleeding eyes lay everywhere sleek boldness
 we found we behaved we found we

 blimey Oedipus
 it still is there
 body heading close the eyes crack
 an expensive way out at the other
 end packed in to crowd out there wearing



 DOVE WAKE

 tops
 soak in the downpour
 no one can do without history
 salting the kerry milk frying the stick
 it's a wonder in the time of plague

 it stops
 no knowledge dead
 fellow in felony friend fix
 sallow in the kerry milking the frightened
 small wonder it's the plague time in England

 police
 knock legs frightened 
 in a friendly fixture London
 no one can do without history
 Wales incurred socks mildewed rotten and furry

 to staple
 silk in dough rising
 for loves have come fixed
 one no can do without history 
 smell wonder in the plague time in England

 ducks
 soak in the downpour
 no one can do without history
 silos in Kidderminster smell of the frightened
 a wondrous time in the England plague time

 outdoors stops
 knowledgeably did we
 flow into folds of fruition
 no end can can without history
 sleek the kids smell the goat future

 drove us
 weeded out Norwich
 cursed into poor do
 fleece knot into fructified fellows
 I wonder at the timing of plague time

 travels poop
 preens on the deck
 none one can do without history
 slick the cads smile the goat future
 ewe and her hatred in the recent place



 TO PANELLER

 gain
 married to bore
 in a comedy store
 dense with destiny signs in signs
 to end with a deliquesced flourish or flake 

 bi bi
 managed to bore
 lyons maid creamy walls
 dance with destiny signs in signs
 to wend whither advertised fission offers a lake

 goner
 bright boy
 a knicker boxed short
 shed the toll in garden
 got in under the wire once made

 brave boy
 a manager boy
 a shocking biscuit backstabbing
 shed the toll in garden
 towers wind wet in the vast fishing luck

 better to make
 ash bit the stocking
 shed the toll in garden
 dance with destiny since inside sighs 
 twenty we thew with a vast flaking clay

 gait
 managed to bore
 lions made cream worshipped
 dense with destiny sighed instant sigh
 my own won a decked out with flowers

 blowed baldly
 amen to gendarmes
 acres of bricks lost
 shed the little lost garden
 got no harm under the once wire

 better made to
 show the baked biscuit
 logs in the garden shed
 goat kids in the wedding swan made
 to wear the wet vest lucky fisher man.