“It’s my intention to use the official-unofficial website as a cyberspace wall on which to flypost poems and notebook scraps. The first of these, “The Shipwreck”, is part of a group that will appear in the 50th edition of the magazine “Tears in the Fence”. My thanks to the editor,David Caddy, for permission to audition the poem here, in advance of its hardcopy debut.”

Iain Sinclair

THE SHIPWRECK

down early eiderdown man

spotted moving eastward doing the poor

and the holy, she says

in other hotter climes, I prefer

another she, complex works of art

Tolstoy without the complete text

is it worth reading, compact versions

of the sport, radio too, sensational

lie to the fairway, great play

the sound of the sea is meant

it stands, dictation

her eyes are bullets to my ring

he comes to drink wire from the office

which used to trade news, additives

conversation piece football local aggro

honoured in his way, a cash buyer

act practical, where does this naked sadhu

hold his coins, miraculously replenished

like our light sunrise promiscuous spill

the card, since you don’t ask, is JW Turner