is in

Collecting Vietnam, a love
trimming different, reasons,
another,
happened, yet
blood to rut

In behaviours

Mountain bombs shelling road crow
Backstage models lacerate front blind models, blue vile vortex clanging lamplight, insufficient incongruent anti-hills
Brown dog White cat Black rat, closing-in ghosts, bitter
Paris partisans, Berlin killers, New Yorker waste all meat, fair fairer Los Angeles lesser eat in heaps, waxing warm driver’s dust
Eve legionnaire Goddess plan raked-in man’s emery board bitter rumbling gap walk
Tree cloak’s kerb parking day

Her new life so far

Walking talking council care home voters roll debris
chaperoning coins
rebirthing mother feeds a machine
keep it up lady
Lithuanian suicide dialect – ‘Say something sister!’
her late afternoons with invisible friends on the Fredrick Douglas hypothesis
injury time shifts, pay nets, plainsong plans
homes, hearts and self-harmers

Adam’s eve

God reclaimed Land, our great Thing, gambling tables, craven evangelist’s dice dissolved
Evolution
Barefoot and worried men blistered, nervous blood and longing
Firing neutronic bats in trees tackled gravity
Bespoke new Man, debunked alpha, progeny wild, eating ants, drinking larva bather’s kerosene water
An Apache feeling tip-toed on old rocks, telescoped distance, fear measured, took time from wording double sided pamphlet, put hands up to the Sun
Black barrel spear evaporates mammal love, what’s now worth more than three hours to skin and butcher
Take the bone out again Lord

Willed

Gold.
$797.3m.
Tuxedo ancestor worship.
Gathering-up pleader’s appointments.
Face-down in eider-down.
Licking salt.
A saint’s Lady Poverty.
I’m now vile vanilla.
Wooden chalice.
Black.

Dear Stalker

Six-pronged dead-ended red furred antlers stabbed a hesitating hunter
Doped-up stag black eyes with pelmet of drag act lashes widened watery glaze on bearded pioneer as air and blood crept out to furrow
Rifles are expensive when bullets can’t fly
Deer are vegetarians, took to the kill and mounting heads

bitches & him

They were seven, he’s third, and they walked in two reeking weeks.
If he makes it to the teat, if he makes it to the love, he’ll make it.
Over one hundred needle teeth tracking chances for mother’s milky cognac, fuelling the elsewhere.
Two-handed break-through, new high lift, back down, he saw light and tunnels, then the same as all the yesterdays before today.
Sun sets again, moon shines again, and birds sing again, his dog noise, again, others now latched to other wallpapered walls, another amnesty.
Calming owl calls, his vague eyes seeing clearer closed, ending.
This thing is up.

White Hard Block

Distance tells white hard block, closing honesty, it’s malleable.
Bowed minor depths, puddles could, but gravity, so clouded drops gather in top
side runs looking for extra life.
Black greased hand permissions, letting, not, temperatures liked, not liked.
Inches thick dusted dirtied straight smiling rippled lower backside, step up
inside.
Scarred caramel brown stops, at threading bristle paw print floor, plant seeds
collector.
Government’s tropical tree circles, to hard rusting steel from oiled fingered
men, concrete and tar combat.
Bending glass points a way, left debris, right not – visual procrastinations
avoided, bubble-gum scented sap for two thirsting lashes
Seeing and believing is yellowing white, red for others but not the blind.
Two strapped-in blooding possibilities peddling and turning toil, dim orange
agrees.
An open glove, $20 water carrier, rolls, pours, fizz.
All things in the white hard block.

Flies

­­world of gold
itching metal
times plus oxygen
thousands of line-legs
inside a kind human
the stop

Mi in here

Cradle travelled
build a room
eighty feet filler place
miles, measurements like miles
beautiful blonde chair
grey protein anxiety
sweetened fog layers
dead man and the metal sister
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