Sunday 4 March 2018

a fat lot (draft/unfinished)

In the ground 
       the axis crowding
still smoke of fire like
then know to 
indole choice

fall graft tour
gap flickers blades 
airways snipped barely 
soon labour tip
 in the draft clatter 

mean must be known 
out of time 
unseen the absent 
   indifferent procession
into line 

is a perk chocking away 
and it suffers 
a fat lot quicker
than sleeping machines 

so run at plight 
sound felt 
to turn 
appetite cut 
to become 
sausage machine, 
hands as sharp
as any quality
of life index,
a weapon