words & pictures
The bed falls towards the centre of the earth
Beyond the roof’s reptilian back
There is something earnest
In the dust of stars
As if the night’s sparse rigour
could sustain your waning exhalation
Until you were empty and it was full
The rumbling descent of slowing cars
Occludes your ghosting breath
Lights an alien red
As if you breathed out
Another world
That
In dark obscured distance
Still running you breathed in
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
