1.

Intruders in the house.

We are walking up a river.
We walk quietly.

No more social esteem and prestige.

The river winds on.
With my eyes closed I would lose

consciousness pending further research.

The river. We were walking upstream.


2.

Enough of that has been said.

It feels like my wide mouth eyes again.

It feels like my wide mouth eyes.

But only if I could keep my innocent heart.

 



3.

In the insensible –

run out of money, run out of love.

In the distracted breath –

buttress, flakes, torsion.

Weirder than weirdland man.

Have braggart. Have stew.

 



4.

Carve that up and get me out

you is paranoid

just ahah,

down with the scalpel scissors and simple cleaver

just ahah,

operating a real machine.

 



5.

How carnivorous we get

in glad happy nature

we are all

we are all

bare? spare? forked?

Sensationally bodied, marketed and sheer?

More or less terrific?

How carnivorous we get

and you.

 



6.

Worth the hungry miles

worth the burning and

the crowding season. Worth

the virtuous galloping on

the ugliness and guts.

Worth how it gets.

 



7.

There are so many of us in the world.

And all of us so sick.

Me speaking personally I love the clean dementia

and perhaps the soul divided

walking around and yet still on fire

walking round then running up the street.