final poem from manchester sequence

This is very much a first draft only of the opening to the final poem in my sequence manchester. It's provisionally called st. peter's field but the chances are that will change. When it's finished this is likely to be somewhere around 6-10 times as long as it is currently.

st. peter's field

failure to understand
subverts itself almost
design for living
aesthetic sensations im
possible to create or
mimic through language
unaware of other people
coarse grass holding sand
blown i have no hinterland
escapes and is trapped
by its own judgement possible
to walk to the coast in
the morning sensations
shade cold wind off the
irish sea bruit no sense
of belonging self-
satirising busiest bus route
in europe want privacy a
nd time alone cold wind off
the north sea twitch