Riverwash

River Wash

It’s all here, the wheel
of speeded-up galaxies, cells 
mutating, lacy dregs 
of Guinness in the downed glass 
replenishing itself, slick
ribbons and rags, dark graphics
of Beardsley and Harry Clarke,
the moment pooling and spooling 
its wake, spilt milk, water
writing on water ––