MENTAL BRACES

 

A siren brain of broken song

Too long in tooth for that

Break beats on the shore line

A woman in ‘panties’ only

Do not speak of grace or leaf frogs

Canticles of distant home

Swell up to meet the brake lights

Your gone and it is watery here now

Droplets of air form around our noses

Shuffle scratch move silently

Words are like tryptamine

The intelligent boy is swimming through them

We received word on this

That you can fall in different ways

According to the season

The sentiment is infectious

It walks to greet us wearing only shaman’s shoes

You will know when it's time for that unruly battle cry

That screams at every soured second 

With every stir of half-light bitters

Pointing and laughing

Shouting up from the street to the book that creeps

Over hands of green furze 

Wrapped in a sickly detournment

Underneath the mistle toes.