nab

bruise star  lit up
above nab 

burns fierce to
our 30 grand     costumes


it is spring in the deepest deep 

distance calls
tougher than anything


no cargo

in the  trees
in the garden of
the dream house
the magpie eats  cargo     
     

and
sometimes
Orion    (your dreams are our     dreams
be    low (our belts
you    need not worry
(the blinding song moves inwards

hot     as     
empty houses
groins     
(our poems

one long     summer in the
 punchdrunk bull

stuck in this mirror
ball suit


Tom Crompton is a poet and artist from Lancashire. His debut pamphlet is due out this summer through New Fire Tree Press.

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