Saturday 27 August 2011

From 'Here'


Colourbursts fresh scenting desire light
        expansive bubbling clarity
of rock ‘n’ roll shining black reflecting blue
        to be born to be sunshine to be
exhausted headfull rubble sleep over a word.
        Airburst imminent immanent throatfull of paralysis

They will sleep differently anew entering a new room,
        they will get up get up get up smudging half light,
their laughing solidarity taking a reconfiguring turn
        glugging throats open spines fizzing fresh light
to fingertips daily hailed by alienation and encumberment:
        light will not decelerate and water won’t flow backwards.

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