Poem | Rhys Trimble

Source: Wikipedia 

A drive through Rhyl 1992

                                              after a performance at Northern Rising,

ambition waded in

the sun at swim the                    sun

noisy little blighter – whatty?

whatty? sun centre fovea

sands bingo       poisoned

shiva the blue throat

best way they could

construct a schema

sea queue

city gold a line of

becoming too bad

the cleaner side

centre of the sun

periphery of poorly

controlled areas

the hill yr hill

a feast in every thought

a root in every arborescence

aurglorious that sees

the crow at a baronial banquet

broiling slot machines

brythonic veins rough burning

two swords near glass salt

your shelter your hand to me

wounded your fact your

beautiful body your tantrums

your thrum-tendency

your poem insouciant

tarmacadam out of conical

lines of flight

drugs give the unconscious the

immanence Ryhyll, yr hyll – hull of wales

brydferth Leidiart sandarm ty’r haul

fun fare bankrupt point to

junky coney island drift

park because the mind

is a casualty

of the lilywhites.


Hear Rhys Trimble reading the poem to Olafur Arnalds' Broadchurch's Main Theme