Glimpsing a hint of something
a multitude of scales
of individuated
of differences
she’s sculpting her anger and disappointment into a brightness
releasing it to join the others and strengthen their intervention
Living by the building of walls,
afraid of the dark and the different,
whistling Dixie,
they take the vain signs emitted by their masters far too seriously,
killing for a heavily guarded,
aggressive timidity.
Teeth of the worms of the teeth in a scarlet pit;
blazers and shining buttons and cocktails
and teeth clinking against glasses and worms and the teeth of the worms
and auto-satisfaction in the smiling pit, ringed with diamonds,
and the crisp shirt stained pink against deep pink flesh.
… pick up and shift it shift it over there over
there shift it drop it off then pick that up and shift it
over there wrap it up then pick it up and shift
it over there there over there shift it pick it up and shift it
unwrap it break it down and rebuild it across those four
then wrap them all up and shift them shift them
pick them up and put that one here put that one there put
that one here put that one here shift them put that in there
put this one in here in here in here then that one there on there
are you trying to put it there there make a career out of that
pick this up and shift it over there pick pick it up and put it …
Waiting flames, scarlet and vibrating yellow, licking tarmac
in the heat of expectation of nothing but shining signals
of intense intention, masks and raised flags declaratives
of a desire for lives lived according to a genuine dialogue between
necessity and desire, instead of under orders, rising &
flickering in variations, forever around the edges & anew
in every trembling eternal differential duration, rising &
singing in scarlet fire and shuffling across bright ground.
Under sensitive fingertips, red-brown rust raised up from cold,
smooth black paint of the post they’re clinging to, sky shining,
damp, aching and obscure (and there again, closer and still distant, in the
gutter-puddle). A cold surface of skin lightly brushed on occasion by thin denim
registered at the far edges of a cramped daydream as a bus approaches; an
aching hollow chill at a deep core of need needling a perimeter of transition to
others and outside and that cushion of anger and warmth a metre or so away.
The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower
inside, a
choked, dark stinking of
these deep, dead red walls
and a dull ringing of work
irremediable &
joymurdered
to prepare for
bonding in the shadows of
the lead-lamp,
it’s cold glare
The sky shivering and opening, an obscene flower
Echoing dim long
walls
rotting a
surface chilled
with smashed
air flowing
clenching
shoulders and releasing
torus of
effort and heft
shattered jagged undertow
damp cardboard
split wine-red vinyl
last week a bloke was sacked
just to show they can
tough illegal Russian grin
Arcs of love mapping betrayal by cultural arrogance
held in the sinews
of confused desire
mistaking agency with passive sensations;
a weird cannibalism, poisoning
devouring befuddled predators,
assuming omnipotent entitlement
up against the vast blank void and the
immediate refusal of her
awakening gaze.
She can’t account for her reaction,
a drift of light gently settling across her back
and fingers clutching her upper arm,
silver luminescence down her friend’s left cheekbone,
her gut clenching at the thought of walking through the door.
They’re reeling beyond
the
shattering
fear of a
vicious wank-stain
feeling
strong
alongside his craven horror
in the face of
simple not-him
I love
all the
time and
that
twist of a
wrist
awakens
me
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