Monday 8 February 2021

 BOLD FROM NOW ON

Our task today is limited to a special realm that quits its’ armaments

And replaces them with a bolder frame, clustered in a firmament

Of fire. Is the blood pressure machine to hand and visible? 

Vantage point dry to the long form; this will be it. White out no sun beyond coming metallic 

Voice is flat pedagogic data flows in through the ear whole then out through the arse hole. Do you know the way to San Jose? Please focus on a boiled egg La Traviata understanding is all we ask for not recompense or belief systems. Buds, fronds, rhizomes of erotic fungi working their way slowly towards you under foot over head snatching breath. No silly siskin she, but alive warm hovering; a drone in repose with full 360-degree vision over the flood plain. Brown Lea flow, the guts the eddies the whirlpools; Egyptian Goose, Heron and Egret. Please post it, no I don’t want to know thanks again; it’s over just like that. No fateful narrative to save you now just a weaponised exegesis.  Cover ground in a straight line bundled over barb wire slink by the TV glaze; monitor the empty swamp of the heart lands. All are grazing doing time in oddly dysfunctional ways. Rushing around searching for onomatopoeia to prop up a failing wall.  Clutch lichens, auto park strung out on too much credit; so much in fact that you’ve been sold. Sandstone lode stone dolmen and sarsen.   

Cake swallow bitumen over wilted tar, crenelated fences and bird tufts, crusted spawn holes hides for looking & fearing have you an answer? Percy Ingle delicate fancies, the Egret dancing on poles looking at itself in a mirror of chemical hues peacock purples and salamander reds , the clamour of crushed tar oil in water the scum, the past bleeds out of the ground. 

Crooked paving cracked concrete dead end motor works the over spill. Through the underpass the sleeping bags hung spiked on knuckles of hard wood. Hang on to it they say.  ‘Dose’ ‘Fatsoo’ and ‘Dime’, footprints into the bushes, membranes poking out behind weeds; the skeleton of a Boris bike stripped bare.

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