Linus Slog, wulfmonath

from Reckoning (Cambridge LiteraryReview, II, 5)

this scowl is nothing more than

winter burn

              blood lines,

              scorched + spun.      thread

+ weave /  thread + weave this

woven            thread

Aa see you.  akin to speculation

forward                                      aye

                                              aye

                                       aye

                           here’s the cusp

first born.  all knowing

bak+forth bak+forth

ice bound . heart of oak . leden

yuz think me aad-farant,

wading through the human

swirl mute as shadow.

I  do.                                I done.

S L A I N        By the A66 Pagan

Wanderer Lu fixed me in Vinyl

and I not hardly wry wit fingers

hup/stick frozen, frequently I,

instead pretend to like mittens

being fond + stupit + tired of

me life.

Dear Skald, I amm certain you

know of Leaf Cutter John +

Johnny me Laddie + Johnny in

the Poke. We are Border

Reivers; breeding quickly +

prolific like, living + feeding on

garbage + faeces like, Musca

domestica with shiny

new ahnds.

Swine Forkbeard has become

King of Denmark.

You think its clivver. I wish I

couldtellahIluvah + it not be

too soon. She is smaller +

slender, no sharp upward

bent + cheeks still rosy with

choke-damp. Do I tekk yr fancy

with me hare-lip + hirple?

Swine.  Two hours to go and

still your resolve is not weak

en/ in

I kick me self, for I have missed

Leaf Cutter John + now,

Forkbeard, the swine with

spines + bristles + not tekkin

none of yr nonsense [how]

obliterates owt

that gets in the way.    Wuhd best make refuge

of the midden.