manchester airport
someone I knew
drew in her nest breath
by fiber repose
beyond the full December hotel
like a covered annexe
through the empty airport
inter lube steel
gull
viaduct travellators,
under its engineered roof
slung bottle-bin
night-lit, nearly empty, clear my head
of its hall of trolleys
I took a snowy breath; I paused
and glanced out to the terminals;
taxi-ing craft, becalmed so late;
upward, as if to a belfry:
the southern night sky
and its distance; a pucker of the folds:
vegetation, fire, or birds?
something happened to dismay us
you looked via cool
mile-long ringway return
boy
body disembarked onto
castle shelves
came ads for greenspace
back-lit caffeine hit
New Scientist rail and a rhythm of taxi phones
Swissair: continuous, background resonance
see you again
of something.
Mile of ring-pull warmth
gull of the hood jogging breeze
a shoe-in scarf
cabin-crew heels, claret lipstick
if you switched to E-lites
panes flashed as I passed:
the constant chuckle in the vents
you touching me drunk
faster by the glass, postcard
serving Broughton Cliff, Kersal Moor
pick up my beat and flail with the spirit of seventy fire
flare
like one in sunshot tins beside a deck
Tulane Wilaayat has shooting boots
it's yesterday once more
you're thirsty and hungry
you're shrivelled
oh! cheerleader
and pip sliding
on a box of wings
as if to the tune of
"Bats in the Belfry"
lowered to execute
the tiers in old hall
I lay and smoked... around me, the night thickened.
in the lake mist, in a clearing
the spiral of a buzzard
spread fan, wisp of a dawn fire,
as if the momentum of the ringway
drew up into the dark
a pilgrim's spiral
I rested in the hugeness of triliphons
celestial board-meetings
flecked wingbeats
Is it summer, mamma?
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