In the Shape of a Diamond V4 (Previously 'Parked the Bike')
Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2022 7:37 pm
Tight packed triangles,
four high, two wide.
From the second row the central triangle
shimmies up a quarter
trailing a shallow bowl of shadow.
Two triangles at its shoulders
fill halfway to black trapeziums.
Two white circles, appearing at their sides,
elongate upwards to the height of two triangles
then sink down a quarter and sharpen their ends.
Across the triangle on whose point this whole structure rests
two lines splicing it to thirds.
The lower one thickens,
the upper one widens to a triangle's width
and gains a thin upward arching shadow.
A black pearl drops from the lowest triangle,
steadily widens then tapering, lifts
to a hammock
spanning the width of one triangle and a half.
Echoing the slender balloons,
two more, half their height, cluster to their sides,
their points angled in by cables to the hammock ends,
their rounded tops level with the twin trapeziums.
Two small white circles,
half hidden, hang beneath them.
And gracing the outer edges of the taller balloons
a delineating form then arcs over the whole,
one half triangle above the diamond.
Parked the bike
Just Three Words and Just Three Hours!
Bloody no name roads, rough tracks. Climbing
a steep embankment now, concrete steps.
Next order scrolling in. Are you having a laugh?
Railings.
Not too solid. Pretty deep pit. This is some gaff!
Like a giant whisky still. Four or five metres across.
Stuck up on a column, braced with steel hawsers, pipes
coming down. No lights, no windows, no way across.
Coming round the front now. Jesus it's a head!
Did you know about this? A giant fucking head.
Oh, a regular.
Looks like a cut and shut nuclear sub.
A Gormley. A secret Gormley. Looks more
ghastly to me. What's the order?
So how do I get across? Oh, a bit of salad.
Hang on. This is clever.
Zip wire, harness. Do I just hook the box up?
Ok, shoulder straps, crotch. Make sure I pull them tight.
Trussed up here. No sign of life over there. Oh yes,
this is cool. The door, the 'mouth' is cranking open.
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V2
An oval ground plan with a roof like a risen loaf
Cantilevered up as if from a keel-throated boat
The gutterline appears to frown
Down to a pendulant tri-spherical schlong
While the half bell door invites
Outlandish thoughts of it swivelling upwards
With a petulant "dong"
Predictably enough twin baggy balconies
Loom, lights on or off
And twice in each 24 hour cycle
From far below ground
Comes a hollow, enquiring cough
It's up for hire
They say it sleeps less than one
Exists for nothing less than fun
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The House
Oval walls
With a roof like a loaf
Rising two storeys
From a keel-throated boat
Ring the half bell door
Proud on the bow
See my furrowed roofline drop
To an inverted prow
Glance up to basket balconies
Darkly eyed
Clad with shields of war
Each one to either side
Hero harken now
This palpitating earth
Stand your ground
Cement your berth
And let your heart
Transparentise
Unveil your face
To multiple eyes
Then crackles forth
Insectile swivelling armament
Leave it by the bins
You have my consent
four high, two wide.
From the second row the central triangle
shimmies up a quarter
trailing a shallow bowl of shadow.
Two triangles at its shoulders
fill halfway to black trapeziums.
Two white circles, appearing at their sides,
elongate upwards to the height of two triangles
then sink down a quarter and sharpen their ends.
Across the triangle on whose point this whole structure rests
two lines splicing it to thirds.
The lower one thickens,
the upper one widens to a triangle's width
and gains a thin upward arching shadow.
A black pearl drops from the lowest triangle,
steadily widens then tapering, lifts
to a hammock
spanning the width of one triangle and a half.
Echoing the slender balloons,
two more, half their height, cluster to their sides,
their points angled in by cables to the hammock ends,
their rounded tops level with the twin trapeziums.
Two small white circles,
half hidden, hang beneath them.
And gracing the outer edges of the taller balloons
a delineating form then arcs over the whole,
one half triangle above the diamond.
Parked the bike
Just Three Words and Just Three Hours!
Bloody no name roads, rough tracks. Climbing
a steep embankment now, concrete steps.
Next order scrolling in. Are you having a laugh?
Railings.
Not too solid. Pretty deep pit. This is some gaff!
Like a giant whisky still. Four or five metres across.
Stuck up on a column, braced with steel hawsers, pipes
coming down. No lights, no windows, no way across.
Coming round the front now. Jesus it's a head!
Did you know about this? A giant fucking head.
Oh, a regular.
Looks like a cut and shut nuclear sub.
A Gormley. A secret Gormley. Looks more
ghastly to me. What's the order?
So how do I get across? Oh, a bit of salad.
Hang on. This is clever.
Zip wire, harness. Do I just hook the box up?
Ok, shoulder straps, crotch. Make sure I pull them tight.
Trussed up here. No sign of life over there. Oh yes,
this is cool. The door, the 'mouth' is cranking open.
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V2
An oval ground plan with a roof like a risen loaf
Cantilevered up as if from a keel-throated boat
The gutterline appears to frown
Down to a pendulant tri-spherical schlong
While the half bell door invites
Outlandish thoughts of it swivelling upwards
With a petulant "dong"
Predictably enough twin baggy balconies
Loom, lights on or off
And twice in each 24 hour cycle
From far below ground
Comes a hollow, enquiring cough
It's up for hire
They say it sleeps less than one
Exists for nothing less than fun
--------------------------------
The House
Oval walls
With a roof like a loaf
Rising two storeys
From a keel-throated boat
Ring the half bell door
Proud on the bow
See my furrowed roofline drop
To an inverted prow
Glance up to basket balconies
Darkly eyed
Clad with shields of war
Each one to either side
Hero harken now
This palpitating earth
Stand your ground
Cement your berth
And let your heart
Transparentise
Unveil your face
To multiple eyes
Then crackles forth
Insectile swivelling armament
Leave it by the bins
You have my consent