The night is mostly walls and fences we are small pieces of the sky falling through her corrugations Roaring the roar of bicycle spokes blurred towards the traffic’s restless cliff lip split in defiance streaking blood skittish as reflectors Thin-skinned soles, breaking, skate grasp, let go, the road’s grit crumbling affliction A star around the machine’s taut throat hidden by deceit’s accretions of flaked lead paint, an oscillation with that metronomic blur as if beset by wind-torn shrieks wept meteor a blinded giant flailed about A guttered bite halt and leap that Newtonian triangulation of arrows and arcs argon blurred a Pythagorean shout A new sun rising while the wheel lazed in radiations devolves to froed spite slowed as slowing windswept pulses a twice bitten lip Your smile lost pebble-skinned scowl a constellation’s strange fixed warning flagging pennants and careening misdemeanours a snake slewed track the minotaur bars bent in acquiescence despite repose bull’s broken neck nevertheless defiant
