Thursday, 12 November 2009

from 'All The Trees Of The Field Will Clap Their Hands'


primordial bosons in 1992. did bowerbirds
construct & fetter definition :: elude no further,
caloric imbued to classed ethic, hands alike
Au anions inverting Burmese birthstones,
future coral / pressed / mandible / soaked
demeanour, the cascading pulpit of flesh
dressed half preceding drunk centurial.

through gate, a penetration vindicates
w/ the turning tidal bottletop, my
degenerate banjo directs stiff lodge-garden
& we guillotine thumbnails. drawn
above waist, intersection severs brutal
support networking blonde
by dashing Sapphic cafés w/ wit.

distraction ceases as your fishing wire
shorts your youthful foraging (there’s
an octet waft spying on tinnitus) &
despite unduct lottery grass we are actually
follied adults – perched within
an effervescent arboretum –

though we are both screaming 6 & 8 words,
commencing with a 3rd letter before we tire
& acknowledge stimulant grandeur
by grave humane waterways, parting
/ necking transcription _frightened absurdist
hues enclose foolhard charade driving

my essence to shriek like a synthesizer
unbuttoning femme masculinity, offshot but
verbally tailored to hardworn leather toxic,
lips like syringe, revolting fleck sand
as becquerel neutrotivity
strips the lascivious larch :

we collate its serpent brow-ride
& our masculine twining here-on identifies.

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