FOLK CAMERA LENSE

 

Adopt a state insert four fingers

to grip against the rim. You are

blackened ruinous by nature

we will try and take you back

there where multitudes flock.

On the flightpath bending towards

the obvious savage drone’s mind eye.

Over-watching the intensity

Peregrine swoops to prey

Pulling against the will of the world.

 

 Take a long low-slung line lazy at the ankles

 

Wrap it to the trees

 

Long low lines tethered to an ankle say perhaps

 

Loop it over the moon

 

Loose limbed lines following the footpath of ages

 

Now slowly descending lines

 

Limbering up laughing following the line

 

Formation is important it begins at the back

 

Of the line. Progress in a slow linear fashion.

 

Lazy long line don’t panic 

 

They steal your life away

 

Strip it silently from your bones

 

Years go by and you don’t even notice.

 

Sling a line around the body because it lets us down

 

Heap armfuls of fronds onto the outdoor fire

 

Smoke is not linear but dump the lines anyway

 

smell the burning line between us

 

The sky the rotten fruit the grave the moon that broken branch

 

Long strung lines washed window lines steep climbing lines

 

Dangle on a line time burns it