Above the Sky
By september, you will find me strapped and stretched
and exiting by way of tracks
cross mind, straight face
straighter with each nail, nail, nail and thoughts
"WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO FROM HERE?
We'll lay the groundworks,
spread the word
our clack clack clack tracks
and perhaps we can wave you goodbye"
as an aside:
no-one here wants
just flesh and blood
to stream all the way up to our
steel-capped tips and claw
and put up functioning signposts to
"ABOVE THE SKY."
By september, they will write me an equation for sleep
programme the sun to not disturb
patterns of decision
chaos of sky
will write itself a redundancy note
leaving clouds listless
and all around me those hungry stone jaws
tracks for teeth.

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