the meningococcal click bold in the skull’s belfry

a why do anything morning-long pang of regret

 

unreal acidity rolls around like luggage the

temporary fog was cheeky but only that

 

steering committees / head-lit roadsigns &

our hopes layered up in a routine bay

 

midday is so harsh it ought not exist you blink

to unlock the achievements trembling like a plant

 

like sketches, lava lamps, recorded conversation

in the nothing stretch you need to acquit the morning

 

that humming fluorescent light a taskmaster

coffee poured, words said, if only i lived more intensely

 

collected more parking fines while young

bronzed statuettes recant & kiss hello

 

the memories in this work

should evaporate

 

 

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while you talk of empty rum bottles there’s also

the handwritten note, all jokes to be made

 

cross-legged on the carpet another monday

catching the bus checking my hair

 

in the newsagent window April dries & i’m barefoot

watching, forever an uncertain construct of the ride

 

home in bed visualise the window-seat the girl

obstinately straightening her hair get it right

 

before dinner divide the image by your vocabulary

never a sleeting style rain when you’ve missed your ride

 

only here in a room, April in the rain, pre-96

thoughts of an artistic career cresting the bridge

 

& anyway the horsepower of the heart strains

to animate you, hentai tentacle percussionist,

 

abject photon receptacle

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