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Thursday, 30 October 2014

latest Swarms

he can't do that he doesn't know
              faint smoke being torn according to reports from
the horizon he brushes against and can't grasp
      accumulated distress and fury




blue streaming  gold 
                soft 
undulating 
cool seconds
a weight  
  breathable 
current 
possibility
of precarious & easy smiling
everything
possible is natural
it's 
all 
      only nature




they 
represent 
nothing
there is 
    no people
no      magic
            they
  pretend




she loves the rising road in a pit of a gut is a warm sun of shouting laughter
gripping the sky and stars swarming across a cresting grinning life her palm
opening her fist closing a shiver resisting her shins giggling in flapping matter
a thousand heads reflecting through her lights her wondering distinctly idle




he is being tightened by a reactionary defensive spasm
struggling to contain a bone-bitter rising from toxic marrow
aching and stinging with complacent idiocies of sluggish content 
a mouth WiFied into clouds of mocking correct phrases 
with violent light scouring presumptuous ranges impeding



hair irritating ears damp stench turning around a torso an arm feels it's own weight
chills and you realise fevers you can't what leave you your station give without permission

to me the face of authority is red even in pale industrial lighting and all banging echoes