Luciferin

a

dubois to the /
stares siphon down
aglow with /

fabled
fire-in-the-mouth /

(pliny showeth

spattering   chrism, the

(soused beard

bright juices
winking the way of

(not phosphor-thing, but

luciferin, harvey /

& that
the light that shines
in the /

lepa   kirei

that holy junkshop:
‘natural history’

b

that recoils
as we

(no blemish, but

walk out to a bed of

(tide receding

you   cantankering /

bubbling a /
swash washed-out

(electric

blue   your
message to the /

mucus-feint
blushing-bitter  a
will-o-th’

(blue  blue

quashed  beacons

 
James Coghill is currently in the process of finishing a book length poem on piddocks. He has had poems in Blackbox Manifold, Datableed, and Tentacular, as well as in anthologies from Sidekick Books.