For Charlie Baylis
Crickets sing & the sun sets out of sight &
vacant months years end calendar shifts
according to need amongst sunken old tramlines
videos of journeys take us there through glens &
plains wherever we lay change in humidity
the sparkle has left the Perrier rattle of
containers delivering goats’ milk crinkle of
the Pharmacy bag that has seen better
days from Woodborough Rd to St. Pancras
to Paris Montparnasse stowed
condensation takes on a life of its own an
art to managing expectation Jack on the
Peak time as a construct to enlightenment
ink releasing slowly through metal
Charlie’s been to the West Coast taking
his holiday in the south fingerprints on the
glass lime battles with ice the owner of
the photograph needs to be traced winter is
the starting point a guitarist kills time in
Copenhagen Manchester Vienna Brussels
& Berlin open borders may we live in that
world again no I didn’t author ‘Spatial
Patterns of Nitrogen Uptake […]’ she adds
an extra washing line to accommodate
the extra washing shadow of the olive tree on
the blue shutter against the noise of
improvised solo piano recorded in
Brooklyn oil the hinges select from
the shelf an attempt to replicate information
travels freely these days from gritty
deserts to table talk collect the bountiful
crop of tomatoes back from the plot await
instructions the summer has lowered
the rivers the water that remains is soft
Andrew Taylor
Art by Rupert Loydell