I Spy Pinhole Eye, winner of the Wales Book of the Year award

"The shock of a world, caught / in a headlight beam. / A country road by night, / each weed brandished up towards you / front spread, as ruthless as beggars ... "
Photograph: Simon Denison

“ ... the planetary module, million- / dollar-sweet metallic kit, / wakes up to find itself / bedded down in a red grit desert ... ”
Photograph: Simon Denison

“ ... handled mahogany sweat of several races / white with a hint of almost cimmaroon / as if the world was not enough already / eau de mould betel spit milky dribble / by the names we pick and mix we choose ... ”
Photograph: Simon Denison

“It is easier / for a pylon to walk / through the eye / of a pinhole / than for a man / with a camera / to capture the kingdom / of heaven ... ”
Photograph: Simon Denison

“ ... bare as a tree in winter. Possessed / by a certain charisma – can you hear it, / power, everywhere and nowhere, it's dry/ crackling in the cloud around my head?'
Photograph: Simon Denison

“ ... we're the back row / of the silent picture palace, / the usherette's torch, / the zippo spark, / the cigarette tip glowing / here in Plato's cave.”
Photograph: Simon Denison

“Cities fold their lights up zone by zone, / the signals seize, road crunches into road, / fridge freezers shudder and die; soon meat blood / will be leaking. (Should we not have known?) / The pylons look on, shrug by shrug by shrug ... ”
Photograph: Simon Denison

“How many hours in the sealed truck night or day, / how many miles north or east, how many degrees / below ... "
Photograph: Simon Denison