and this is what that feels like

it creeps into you backwards

with its bug eyes on your feet 

on a tight leash

fold and unfold 

as the woodland comes to life 

in surroundings

i wave she waving

must run

rice cake wars 

once factories made sure

still jolly reader

really bad got bored 

rather than wait

the creature stirred

who would have thought 

of virgin lands

with ringing crystals 

so debauched

who then is watching

this unprecedented growth

through a soft lens

reach for a cigarette 

vodka

this world

has become a dark world 

murdering catamites 

behind a white picket fence 

what is on offer 

we bring you plate

ransom note 

thought circuits bathed in flaming gravy

simple weird moments in a deep bass slot

fine dimly wondered march acoustics

sirloin beef broils there bypassing breath

this infernal whooping through my mucus

has transformed the cold machinery of war  

break out the psalms and trance-like simul-

ations before the god of winds caresses 

your last breath counting your sleeps in a 

sound-proofed chamber recycling waste 

for a jollier death my knees have turned 

against me and now they’re spreading so 

there’s little else left for me to do 

a little bit of ghastly’s gone astray go 

check for mail and mow the lawn and 

throw your groceries in the bin this must 

we see it flows through graduated forms 

a stasis tube containing light a play with 

something different new concerns 

providing stranger personal effects 

aesthetic coffins 

ripened love buds please 

dear uncle am i then the one 

am i a shade of energy 

pulsating in and out 

of love of time 

not out of hate of signs 

but talk of peace

that mimics all the body’s core

and fights what should have made a 

difference and yet appears in more and 

more degrading revelations force fed 

into my conscious mind it’s what is 

endlessly desired discover walks and 

roots in forestation that renew then 

take up huge amounts of time – the 

moments must so easily slip by be still

and concentrate as best you can with 

myra hindley on your knee a flash of 

bottled radishes pressed up against your 

spine that so inflames the rash that your 

humanity decries