scored a first-person-shooter movie tie-in
before bed. remember coffee, txt or bravado
fronting stone architecture (design still the
buzzword)? & blood. the scent of aqua still
drips like breath from an oversized sketch-
book. derek is a volunteer firefighter in his
spare time. as the historical events of
‘the deliberate quiet’ unfold, events that are
still so recent in our minds, his rampant anxiety
also revealed. what is letting go? what is anything.
most dovetailed cabinet joints remind us of grandma,
a pure engagement with the popgun, a boy’s own
annual, linoleum tiles ever cooling. this summer,
fear has a name (& we are middle class enough
to know it). 9.50 this morning you looked timeless
in digital – the dog playing its role, the north so
green. but the look of my own face, a sheer cheap
cereal complexion. there’s always later or never.
hello haven for symbols. now, i’ll write you:
a runaway tank 360-skidding my name out on
flush wet concrete, tomorrow, it says it all.