10 in a row of between 4 and 5

 

Inside a crisp of auras but plentiful bent into capsules. She walked into the room. Sometimes plentiful but not necessary as in ghost like.

Played with his food. Nonsensical. 

 

Insufficient narcissus you are: yes but only for underground hedge rows homely, sufficient lovely.

To honour your horror we sit and think about the words; what they mean. 

Distilled quite anxious canticles left out purple cloud sun bleached but carved squarely by humans.

 

 

 

 

Hurry foretold in bursts with cards, where is the helping hand? 

Felt for hands in the dark. 

It was a brave exposition; it was the bare minimum, most likely funded by obvious singularities.

     Mum?

 

A voice whispering, 

who will break the silence first?

Who will pin us down?

How will us down end?

Down which end of us?

And when?

 

 

 

 

 

Slowly with determination. Rattled in the aisles  

 

frozen vegetables wait to be eaten. You fill on 

 

busy life images, unreachable goals and interchanging back grounds. They make you full.

The Theatre of Sleep is the name of the rough draft in your head. 

 

A house consumed by dust. Literally eaten.

Spend a week learning about new atrocities.

Come by anytime.

We would love to see you.

 

 

A line curls up around and through the wooden lattice. It forms green letters spelling out relief. Inside the song lies a feeling of hope reflected back from the sky.  Streaks of Swifts go by too fast, laughing on the wing.

 

Persistent alarm warnings repel virus attack; Russian algorithms advance between supply chain acid reflux and the Altamont neo liberal embrace. Right then a died-in-the-wool proper vanguard psychologist takes a running jump out the window.

 

 

 

 

In a muscle hustle two got burnt like birds. If I shut you out please shout. Plenty will know what we’ve done with you.

You can’t say things like that anymore.

The sky ink black; behind lies space ominous.

 

Smoke stack against a purple sunset. 

Liver on fire from last night’s whisky. Fumbling siren song metallic mix out with doubling dub filters

Furious ex Marxist sniper peering down lens from roof top hide out. Alternative hit therapy standing, leans against heavy weapons default plan; both are smoking again.