your shocking pink tendresse
electrifies my stick-
iness & spritz of jizzy rhubarb
shoots sap up singing lamb & germ-
ination I now lay / lie at your feet
& your edgy vitality
whose quick strikes
everyone everywhere always
including sheepdogs & bugs
of the field & campsite
reptiles & marsupials
& residents of Devon
have this urge to congregate
at the ends of motorways
to hone extended cover versions
of every track on Astral Weeks
in celebration of your alto
tendency to stretch us
you’re a super looking human
which is thoroughly inspiring
in that crippling kind of fashion
that first got people visual-
ising angels then etching them
into their own flesh using lumps
of anthracite & millstone grit
tongue tied up delirious fantasies
occupying decades pursuing
the inedible in one
sentenced to plaster over
wounds going right through
one side & out the other
known traditionally as idealism
which has had such a bad press
for decades now protected
by cruisers & airyplanes marked
with the pig-bone logo
but I get idealistic when I see you
redesigning my interiors & out
side spaces & some of that
must be projected into sketches
of the future no matter whose
that then turns out to be
gardens going mental under mis-
translated constellations