strugglue           pamphletamine

Don’t be dull. You took off with the edge

of your senses, you trashed them

and now I can’t affect you deep enough

   to teach you how it feels to love me.

    original skin       a holding position 
My attention gets more intense, till each detail

resonates in the rich high chamber.

Immaculately conceived   modern language

                         inside the head the birds 
There’s safety in numbness. She has his limits.

 hole punch mouth                      so bluntd

In a digitised world, nothing develops.

    supermarket safari        monstrosity

You make war sound fun.
It’s spring, and I’m filled with a drunk’s optimism.

The nothing is living now under our bed.

We give it sweet names but it still terrifies me.

Anything left on the floor disappears 
please learn fast so you don’t hurt

yourself any more on me.

My streetheart           in an ungraded moment

                         I can’t work you

         out.  I’m a coded gem.       
This is how it feels to be in language,

feeling. Sight comes out of our eyes

and falls over things.

    let it out                    run

you        are going                      to have

              to be       or not                     do

              You really get to choose 
Untangle

    your limbs from the great machine

    and dream your way towards me

all white light and work. 
There’s no stopping

    and no resisting

and no stopping resisting it.


Geryon remixes this poem for The Lifted Brow portion of this issue.