Musical
A switch in still decision. Found and flicked
clicked and ticked off,
chucked to silence.
In exhaustion of the inner show
the bass notes toast themselves.
Rhythm is an aggravate, all clammed;
slam
slam
slam slam slam slam
outside out the clouds are woven rocks in sky.
The treble howls, an annihilating itch.
Writes my face in stone.
A switch in still decision. Found and flicked
clicked and ticked off,
chucked to silence.
Forward dive, arrive and sing and sigh.
A boat is nauseating in motion and stale
inside, but the sea loves the deck; it sends droplets and fresh waves.
Just like this, a switch flicks
and the world is on again.
Early
Obstructive tiredness
Sat on the mattress a fat baby
comic dollops of limbs,
a catalyst to the near quiet.
This is an observation, from
half glowing eyes, almost seduced by the half day morning
(croaks of a half-hearted temptress, the cheap
whiteness of clouds).
Dreams of Country Green with Envy, Unseen
Outside, London allures itself;
cars press the day for speed
Stereos beat a heartless engine-chest
Women who are good at dressing
waists like wiggly pasta
their appearance unhinged; now owned
by a shop front
men who would not swap money
for a lie detector test
- together, the star-flossed lovers are a paced, mechanical beast.
Importance seduces everywhere
petty
Stories lie flat on the pavement
or disheveled in the cracks -
flat
Gossip
survives;
birthed by magazine pages,
hung from a mortuary newsstand,
or stuck to lips.
The cafe shade capitulates sunshine.
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