Stephen Thorne

Four poems

Mollusc

    greenest plume             sleek
		    est flame
  a brown bone stone                bi
		   cep of pure gaseous in
	tensity
a cold subterranean shoulder
		pilfered heart
	    hy
		aenic d     oo
    r    silver shadows             skitte
r
     noble doomy      r   oo     m
  s
 m  oulder          bloom  
   s     rust          flutter
      star
	 gobbet of burnt dew
	thorne of rainbows
	      night    in trascendence

      an inexorable 'x'
	(flute-throated)



Agaric

		sputtering artery
		    holes      holes
    rotten jubilance   this
		sky-filled lungs
	dappled    red
		       poison e d e    ad
lavender        -  peachloam
	     a bantam
		    bitten scarlet    cock
			    roa
  ch      deaf    heaps of scum
		//no moon//to find no//
	       shame

    slim          SUN      shame    SUM
	    highway
		 saucers alongthe
LAUGH
  orange          loom
	      orizons orange           in the bluem
	  scabrous
	    MIRACLES
	       deaff
	      lesh
    ingested     black     bleach         wizards
      leadironsteel
			    varicose
mundane particles casually snagging
			  lite
    snaff  ling
       spume
	   (onwards?)
	  moving forever pushing
................
       heaps of anti-matter gather
     at the hinge
	of a face

		widows onto foam outof
   space
	.inter-splicingNOTHING



Brillo

			      hairy
				Darkness
			     Kin lights
BLAC
  agreenstaronowhite
		    sky
	summoned by
a                                ngels
			  go to ground
			    go to faster faster sleep

       a hairlin efract urous ound
w.in the w.in k ofane
	 ye/s
		     (thestartofthepasttheendofthefuture)
		aline cry        stal
  soln.         spatte         ring
       ofamouth
   yawn               asal

				blee

 ding

		I'd like to hear my homeagain



Heroine

her brain is all mixed w. sno
where she lives
moaning morning
dog rose
sick flower

her train w. sno in
the mourning
weeping sunset
flower be mine

inviolate    languorous
stemming   brimming

by bloom where she
sits
the dog whose
rose hangs
in defecit

up will sno were
her hair
no
longer to be fused
w. love,soap
or briony

capture the morning
in full flow
w. sick yellows
the day blows
hope
lessly wor
king me

stab
ilise the dead rose
emblematic pitted petals

make her perfect

all beauty must remain manu
fractured