Saturday 7 April 2018

Paradice (draft/unfinished)

Price phthalates 
              byte misfortune
       is destined to play 
         out icy 
      and pour
        out the singing polymer,
      a countless heartbeat 
          or glucose decant 
burnt mouth
to a re-own,
       since you are stops 
       off nothing 
      which fire pales 
        in the fumes and ash
more to ameliorate
                   than paraffin, to do justice 
by that carbide 
  with muddy roots in zero 
 for the belly
   and so to the ground
just sat there 
        in urgent moral appeal, 
          or not for turning 
     away palisades care 
            as it gets meted-out
   with song of betwixt burning
      behind our backs 
    and outside 
     lacquer the concrete
 you see them