Clive Culverhouse

If the flames
do not turn your bones into ash
your bones will rot
deep in the ground
...

ABORT ABORT
but Donaldson was already drifting
further and further away from us
the thickness of his suit decreasing
...

there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I'm still on my last breaths
...

the hapless toad
who croaked a verse
and moved the trees around him
...

nights
of black
- - maybe - -
but it's in
...

Long have I stood
Long stood have I gazed
Long gazed have I thought
Long thought have I suffered
...

White Ted looked flat;
that hair and pyjama bed smell.
She was getting heavier
...

Homo Machina
The Future Of Human Evolution

grey will not do metallic's justice
...

this death will be the life of me
patches in the sky
we used to call them clouds
before the bombs went off
...

[He/She as appropriate]

Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
...

there's a man
on a train
with his head
in his hands
...

he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over,
seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though
they were reading the last line of a book they never read
before, staggered, asymmetrically pensive in times during
...

These walls are my sanctuary
guarding me, looking after me
stopping me, restraining me
my prison but my safety
...

you always said there was something
about the trees, and mountains peaks
were good places to sit, tuning in TV
sets as though we held the world, or
...

placing a pen upon the desk
aligned with paper
grooves of wood and knots in stain
as if absorbed in thought and mind
...

Live to die for rebirth
Rebirth live to die for
For rebirth live to die
Die for rebirth live to
...

I was fine in my bubble
just some Moses in my own parting
and yes, you ruined my thoughts
and spun me in antonyms
...

…I stoned the lord of death to death
we lye, now, side by side

as
...

I took you back to my poem
we made words all night long
to the rhythm of the trains
on the track by my window
...

another man, another day
same abyssal time
I could see a shattered haul
an early tune, flailing,
...