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Tree James McLaughlin


The Red Ceilings Press

The Red Ceilings Press MMXI [rcp 19] http://www.redceilings.blogspot.com/ www.theredceilingspress.co.uk


Tree James McLaughlin


‘If anything, poetry should be able to do anything’’ Edwin Morgan


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bounce


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the vibration object these too few senses always nearly


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must we take the head in the unseen eye

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peak

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Every morning He would come here He hated it. This was a place of loathing A place of imposition Employment.


Factory fodder

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control

disturbed man

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there and there


And flower

face

up

petal eyes

each leaf asking to me re-take

turn

Metaphor: father figure

come


and face open leaf bright asking face open give texture Solitude colour commotion and sky me

forgiveness cerise sky blue between dusk beautiful the trees darken the river is quiet beautiful the birds are tired can you hear it

it is quite


listen


And

face up face up


Eye to Eye so much needle glass shards


One Brilliant Red Billiard Ball hanging there

can you see it


Oh sun Offering come and be Offering come and see Offering Offering come and be Offering come to me Offering

listen


And face up

out open

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light


and

light lonely... small

very very small


it’s almost dark

the sound of a blackbird listen...


Can I start with

it

with can I

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wild and distant sinew

with


gradation fragrance memory cool

air


can I start with bits of trees wild flowers ash elder fruit

memory nuance


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can you feel it


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father.


father


Shadow vectors flicker celluloid railings diesel fumes

dusk now rectitude.

Cafe and Take away open 7.30


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Mood

Man

North

Africa

burned Moon Apollo

Man


Elephant

whittle

stem rot.

listening leaning legal supplest space inclination whisper


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healing

light


Electron

is it sourced in bark seen on the underside of leaf


begin again


it was the time that the fuel exploded and they couldn’t get out.

liquid light

cherry

in the tree


He said they were mad flattened every village

took no


prisoners

can you hear it.


it’s

the

colour that the heart turns

melted cherry.

here

and

here


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unwrap

Unlock

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in gauze canopy

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and

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around berries and flowers indicate.


canopy tauze

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Let’s condemn nothing like the tree offer absolve.

make up every touch


can I start with


It was here tick talk called

was it sunny

on this air tick talk

the clock

on this air

was time


did we stare at the same number feel the same instances of melancholia dismantle each breath from the tree


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eye line

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monitor

rip

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after and also

through

path

light


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of birds a remorse ripple converts into stark shimmer on the breeze hints at the way each tree and branch has discloser a tissue and layer become acquaintance ran over flesh and memory not rough not smooth just nothing but being and taken leaves lie in ornate and salutary bundles waiting for the wind a pillow of gauze


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release


  now black to gray the sky back

passage of loss as will juice sighted names

margins

repetition fibre of gone

solid arrow


here

here

can you see it

Apple

Light He Man Bolt constructor Muscle

and


Man

Apollo


then rattan cane

hollow mustard

smear

there and there and

there kick pot

rinse rite


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s

w e e p without winding some

form

of

requiring twig cut

base harmony


blackbird


was it hue

moon

man Appleseed bits of the pearl chopped

off. bouncing the after

smell rain coats warm

shelter

around

puddles of

sand


I wanted you to love me. line 3:

fault line

requirement/expectation


devastation/regression

child


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sparkled day vivid

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synchronised leaning a complete reappraisal Bar Gearing mechanism ruse and texture.


retake:

aspect fugitives

ruffle pout

more bits rubbed out ruby fade follicle here and here and here


sparkle tint red and yellow bits of white hints of

disdain ivy scent


can you smell it

darkening


fabric man kaki bough dune legs blow desert bark dryness


dry mood look hatred


So you saw too much in the desert. Does this qualify for cunt. Did you piss on this tree here. Linger in this apple light With the sun disappearing The gentle breeze telling the story

I wanted you


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light mood

A P O LL O

man

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retake: re

take:

aspect tree


colour

memory

here

and

and

I wanted you to love me. father figure moon man

here

here


James Mc Laughlin Is from Dumbarton in Scotland. A mature student of the University of Glasgow, he graduated in 2003 with a MA Hons in English Literature, Scottish History. He has been widely published in magazines such as, Stride Magazine, Blazevox, gists and piths and blackbox manifold. His collection, Aeido, is available from Knives Forks and Spoons Press.


The Red Ceilings Press

MMXI [rcp 19] http://www.redceilings.blogspot.com/ www.theredceilingspress.co.uk

Tree  

by James Mc Laughlin