Swarms
arm brushing arm, pressure cotton skin fleet pleasure;
roaring under notice and warmth, shining, in hair.
Moving, hard ground muffled through soles
and socks; aching calves, a rhythmic mist of sound
rising and then falling. A rhythmic fire sound rising
sustaining a lifting and a vein of anger. Red dominating
with black; juxtapositions flap and ripple.
A tickling, barely perceptible, above an ear,
inside a hairline; a hand touching,
palm down and fully, a damp woollen weave;
a detected simultaneous drifting of fag smoke.
Cold and constant multiplicity of running water over fingers rubbing a soft smooth spoon.
Light flaring and a warm metallic taste, a smell of tea, of rotten damp, of warming.
Binding purity mad goose he was better I didn't realise
give you the option hub bub There's a mental
fucking cyclist going to get himself killed.
Making its rapid way a pleasure agitation easy tumescence sniffing a breeze
against a muscular intellect & fires burn in the collision as another raises
an eyebrow in cool question at molten justifications hammered out
sucking nicotine & muted grainy cinematic desire a beautiful misery & feeling
fat & disgusted & grinning satyrism blurred unfocussed vitalism beautiful
light after rain astride a saddle edged with anxiety about the time
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