GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROAD STREET

 

rude cuts against the morning 

 

sound. 

 

waters melt into ice like fruit; a 

 

slow unfolding push a closed 

 

fist through the last frosted

 

bonds of memory, rocks unfurl 

 

floating into a surface line of 

 

intent. Sutured sonics, silent 

 

unboxed holed up at a dizzying 

 

post. 

 

 

The dry-out pay off.

 

Bee buzzle awesome revenge for 

 

that’s a nice life, let’s wreck it.

 

write down to give it away 

make an illusion to boil soup, water out on long stilts covering the high intellectual pathways flowing on narrowed capacity, prior notice awards narcotic boredom 

the literacy 

we crave.

reverse lines curtains opened  

 

sax billowing out of the frame 

 

recline considering what they 

 

want. 

 

Recycle distress, 

 

that you are known to others 

 

twisted over nylon mix 

 

retardant fibres in waiting. 

 

Slam cartons, cadavers and 

carrion over the lid. 

 

Gracious to wake all channels 

 

alive attuned receptive competing 

 

adrenochrome flowering in 

 

bloom. Valiant within the context 

 

of history.

 

In situ sweep soothing flux supine at its core. skin quest flaunts bone recumbent limbs make living material matter

something

simple sleep mastery answer memory each one waiting for the time of death to call, from the sky, from the skin, from the cells, from the teeth exploding. Each on the heel spur avenues of ancient brush. Classic tone multiplier resultant track back, ingrained emulsified. Stream energy passed on burial mound broken tectonic hip forest. Pink adrenaline ice bath drop off the edge of the world? A bolder silhouette cast across mauve brown jettisoned signatures; the stripes of first markings foisted out knuckles dragged hard across granite curriculum. Waking bone snapping future less care all endeavour anguish. What would be your plucky posthumous wish: readings reveal mass culture mining pertaining to extraction, haulage distribution, logistics hub so on and so forth. Cloaked over grey aluminium hoods; pre-sale longitudinal wave guided daylight, locus humming data scratching codes describing lives. The car park tyre centre, the try out lounge, the mobile seed bank the original organic salvage yard. Superabundance of hyperactive willing; this modern discourse devotes itself to rapture. As the skin peels back hold a mirror against the humming force; observe now an armada of containment lanes bound in an infinite rotation of the earth. No smoky back woods language here just words that join each essence to an instance. No poets jacket draped over the arm. Smouldering task books, matrix of intent, hexagrams strung with bland power. 

keep the sunlight 

 

out let my plants wither 

 

 

water just enough to keep them 

 

alive.