
© Gerald England
Composed: Whitby, 14th April 1994
Publications
1995 Apostrophe (UK)
1996 Still (UK)
1998 Raw NerVZ Haiku (Canada)


The woman is seated
leaning
almost
against the blankness of the wall
She is covered entirely in her cloak
Her eyes are closed in sleep
her pale face tilted
From the closeknitted brow
runs her sharp bone nose
to a tight mouth that is not smiling
Her hands are closed beneath her cloak
She remains here
nearly
sleeping
Her tiredness
is what binds her to the world
which itself is closed in tiredness
to her
© Gerald England

The ice is frozen in upon itself© GERALD ENGLAND
No amount of hyacinths
or pricking roses can melt
There is a hole in it from which blood pours
From the other opening
come waves in cut air
One of the holes is useless
sterile
essence of nothing
The ice is frozen in upon itself
Fire frightens it
sends into panic
Two ducts exude salt water
Shed skin withers
The ingathering of ethanolic drugs
is accentuation of accumulation
But even steady pressure
creates no heat
The ice is frozen in upon itself
Satar's dowly queen fortents© GERALD ENGLAND
la finder de la climerax
Them cowlads full la city dents
a-wailing et winding on ser fax
Bacchi's boys had sled zi wud
et full la wold were danderund
mile tweny oars skim not i cud
sin dowly queen hed bliperund
So efter full respite hed stan la toll
quierant messlow deing on core
Satar flipped on Bacchi's bowl
et not la many key der more
There are no dreams in the deepest sleep
for deepest sleep is purest rest
and I need rest most of all from my dreams
which are always of the restless kind
My dreams are dreamt when only half asleep
the hypnotic state of the physiological psychologists
when the electroencephalograph traces a jagged line
the jumbled signals of multitudinous nerves
recalling images past-remembered
but long forgotten
Half-remembered names of half-remembered faces
flash across my dreaming eyes
ideas and false linkages
possible predictions for the future