14x21 cm, 20 pages, 250 gsm blue card cover with colour illustration, black endpapers, hand sewn with azure twist.   ISBN 1 903090 37 7   The cover illustration shows a gift from the Commission de l'Environnment de la Commune de Blaison-Gohier to Mme. E. Hanaway in recognition of her contribution to the Concours de Maisons Fleuries (seul candidat dans la catégorie "balcons et fenêtres"). See below for biographical notes and extract. Ordering Information

 from monksnailsongs

 

MONKSNAILSONGS
				- for Gael Turnbull



by moonlight in
       rain comes
monsieur l'esc-


       argot to
wander in drains : his
       cult is his


cargo, his pondering foot
       brains : how
far can he go?

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Toot toot the
smoke from a boat or
train’s 

puffing ballet rough 
sketched on scrap 
paper, the trick

to think 
slow, go
slower up

the scale like 
Monk’s
fingers on a lick

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DISCOVERING GARDEN AT NIGHT – TOOT
WHERE E’ER YOU GLIDE – TOOT
ON STEMS OF LONG WET GRASS – TOOT        
EXTENDING SHINY HORNS – TOOT
YOU’LL NEVER SLIDE ALONE – TOOT 
IF YOUR FINGERS WALK THE KEYS BY NIGHT – TOOT
IF YOU THINK WITH YOUR LONELY FOOT FIRST – TOOT  


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Some kind of cliff crumbling  
off stage left alone        
midst stars made bone
dust structures once again--
DNA-stuff, stuff
to hack a track for 
                      the four 
horses of the winds’
tossed paths.
                       Peace

be in your pavilions
nomad soul, 
             & in the whorl

& plethora of your shells


       *

Found nowt
in darkness, path
black & white, black
& white, dutch interior 
of keys. Planning each step
of journey won’t do it.

Taking High Moral Tone won’t do it.
Buttoning up your full metal jacket
won’t do it. Waltzing toot 

sweet with everything under
stars under your fragile
packed home 

might
do 
it.

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