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
Near unanimity a raised arm producing a space/time place swirling through
an event, gesture ordering a trajectory rumbling gut ...
leaving, the talk is pessimistic and wind ruffles faces turned to each other or
glancing away in overlapping twists of unease and vague reflective furrowing
over shivering unrest anger short-sighted grumbling lengthy occasional hair's breadth skewer pricks desiring a final fucking downfall of the fuckers and a spark of loving thrill
The idea that rain is information is a kind of transcendent nihilistic mystification
and a scalp feels it teeming among follicles slogans are deadening to her
he's feeling a force of tradition she's in front of a car looking in a grey light
a thigh aches shouting somewhere a nose aches cold & brittle lungs she
honours history but there's a chord of light there's a trembling surface of skin
personal views relentless onslaught pain in the rush to Shakespearean complexity
a head aches
global opinion
challenge will fingers slide amidst hair
will glow
it will be challenging it will be fucked up for tired feet
a solid majority fury at a coolness in glass pressing sweaty film
and realising that that radiant fluorescent shining across the surface of a plastic 30 litre
container, brushed on the fly with a sensual ecstatic gasping gaping grasping
of damp eyeballs and electrified optic nerves will always be
different and will never return
and passing what passes for
turmoil and electricity and
an autonomous
arse and a drifting of uncertain light and
an eye's shivering pupil and public
fury manufactured in the public interest
and like a rush to war and a stiff and painful
knee an itching between toes
bars of near-black crossing a shining wall of air a
h e a v ing
of breath
he realised we are an individual but I
is any number and so are we
whorling starlings of her skin her moral clarity flying
with two thousand excited biceps dreams an itself indistinct
but growing out of her enemies' fingers out of their lights and
their imposing communicative organs entwining eight hundred
in simple lies and the sun orbiting the earth as is common self-evident sense,
anger at those fuckers absorbed and laughed off to the bank
moral clarity expelling with abstractions of fear and hate
the horizon shifting to a side that makes our heads spin let’s
kill these fuckers evil fuckers and air still attempts to
fill my blocked lungs as I barely breathe he can’t even see what
he wants because it’s self-evident that the sun is still above the horizon
like this like that like the other
blank wall blank screen sometimes a bullet in the face
is a temptation stuttering in a chest and a belly clenched
an impersonal material structure of social relations and
she is hungry and sick and scared and it is bad for her and she
can't even see anybody infected with them
in a tearing night sheets are grating his skin
wind scouring body eyes black against an impossible horizon
worlds stripping back to diamond slow moments
two vast planes of blue intersecting along a line
an upper plane paler a lower plane seeming deeper moving
each moving differently a smooth upper seeming flowing
along a to-and-fro-ing below and a churning and upper
filled with light lower sparkling with it would you hurl
you between them would you hurl you
I see what it is because we're telling me always
skin alive with terror at last the last dog barking erupting
in the skull at the invisible unknown heart of networks of thoughtless love
it's all come to this but it's all ever all there never erasable
a vastness of eyes and 1s through a
thousand years of penetrating
binary boredom and gasping
beneath barely living twitching
weights deadening dust-covered
crushing all leaking breath
skin ossifying to a numbness
defensive but deathly
and she used to run pounding the green expanding
fizzing with bright particles filling cavities
each living follicle caressed with vital indifference
in the midst of dimpling shivering streams of noise
caught in snagging
drivel
infected with them
infected crawling
split membrane petrifying meat
she is stone hollow full of buzzing
empowered to earn
fag smoke
hot roads
running sweat
a rising fire of noise
a clicking in an ankle
laughter
happiness and irritation
flames of din exhilarating fingertips
firing tongues through sinuses & armpits & bellypits
amidst amused thousands of defiances even quiet
walking through shifting hordes of a body
all the articulated buzzing and tides of living seething blood
I swallowed and swallowing torn in exquisite contusions
ambiguous roaring in his distended gut he
springs stumbling in shining puddles with oil and yellow light
hysterical laughter all flash and blur
all flash and blur
we are bodying to body a body composed of bodies of bodies
she's spinning in Disney in a halo of glamour of gestures of power
a hand rising through decades of primary ink and bright pixels and
is infected happily over seething blood off a duck's back
shining smooth and green in strength of movement
in sunlight she's shimmering and pulling away at the edges tattered
smiling tumbling from a pipe in a wall and rising to evaporate gently ecstatic
in blue air and a crawl of fever in her lower spine and the indistinct grumbling
of traffic hard along the Wandsworth Road that fills her eyes and lungs
with gestures and grimaces and laughing and thoughts of lunch and anxieties
simple gutter paling green waste
communication decomposing skin
living up
from lower to upper
surface negative
stulted charge dead air
breathing in discursive puppetry & geysers of sluggish flame
a vegetative light
nauseous storms
of blood muting obsession
convulsive
micro-attention
vomit
proliferating blank
speaking
choking out by
iron haptic constrictions
sunny dead head conflicted & lying condemnation
do you know summat about dead vowels
she says to him how even the most fucking proficient
and articulate lie gasping amongst non-fluency
features & meanwhile the bourgeoisie get wet
for fabulated waves of raggedy others slyly
intent on stoking up the fires of idiot distraction
to breathe to breathe but no there's no
breath a
tumescence of a
h e a v i n g
abdomen but a breathless
joy in a pair of wrists and stretched
tendons a
cat wriggles under my skin
his skin his
a bus
enters his body through armpits
he ingests the
cold cant off the air and vomits air till
bloodshot and sees
nowhere
fast & they had him removed
and his eyes prickling with every thought that ever infected him
she used to run pounding
running shivering and her
vital streams intersecting she
knows the tendons & strength &
struggle can finally reinscribe authority if
negotiations are an even possible aim
without questioning rarely
she's realising
under the weight
of frustrations
a stomach spasmodically contracting
he drips into a day his coccyx throbbing
with an unknown encounter of obliterating
appetites a smell of cigarette smoke rising
from his hair
his scalp itching with a force of
abstractions like exclusive and spiritual love
stimulated by cold and constant running water a
kettle boiling and filling his skull with bursting bubbles
and they're all here even Humphrey Bogart & Jean-Paul Belmondo
electing masters is a sick joke & she knows it
they know it
a life shadows a living hand lingering over a plate of cold pizza
an elbow joint flexing and electric shivering along a forearm
across palm to fingers the surface written with a cancelled revulsion
a calf muscle at twitch and lust spreading out from the small of a back
a spasmodic phrasal contraction catalysing an ironic flash across a face
the quivering of reactive forces fascinates us & our curling
mouths betray a lack of clarity as combat ensues
our legions multiplying amidst showers of flame
and we light up or discard cigarettes
a brightness of air enveloping her head
she sings out
in the moral fury
of cockroaches
repelled by the stench
of human flesh
I think it’s because I’m broken and barely functioning at all in
fits so old I forget people's names ungrasping at
a paucity of fading resources
your name and your wife and children
he feels he's going blind while seeing with perfect clarity
a friendly deprecating grin a black and white dress
a lunging forwards but his skin tightening and crackling
he can see nothing although he sees perfectly a wall of
swimming blindness through which he sees perfectly
without it registering correctly he feels a malfunction
he's incapable of grasping his blindness more fundamental
than sight or a failure of sight as his palms are sweating
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
vastnesses cloud forces drops flowing bird forces beating muscles aerial forces steel rigidity brick forces
the mighty south african working class if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck
the power of workers is in the workplace mothers and lovers
mommy-daddy-me it heats and eats
what a mistake to say the id
if I need you whenever I want you
chills and fever
a dog in the road
we’ll get through this trust me
cheeky git haunting Europe
workers and youth
playing to the gallery crowd
skin taut rises and falls over stretched
tendons in a neck
pleasing you were temptation
stretch and challenge
SMART targets
‘ere that’s a bit excessive
there are no problems only challenges
it’ll be a challenge
compliance is key
you need more close analysis
a flash off a fingernail
leave your personal issues at the door
like writing in the sand washed by the tide
They-self
I don’t see any method at all
snow lamp posts halos of light and a parcel
fold over fold
stupid shit bosses say
stuff your boss
what a diabolical fucking liberty
an eyeball shining and twitching faintly irritated
pupil expanding coupling to an arm that gestures
in uncertain emphasis hesitating and falling for fingers
caressing a pocket rim then plunging absently in
and coupling with coins a head brief and vigorous nodding
lips plosive now stretching to laughter a body catching
and being thrown with infected pleasure in conjunction
with a sharpening but ambiguous sense of absurdity
sucking on that
