Wednesday 23 May 2018

And the whole House is filled with gaiety

burnt-out ends
             about your feet
            to larynx the number, 
          it cuts the first order
spoken for, 
into the shelter 
alarm pulse 
on untrue blood,
all my life 
thumb printed
off daily bread
before the hour, 
    toward the granule 
the sky pivots on itself
         casar, leave the song 
and turn 
          you get work 
upon the ground, for 
climbing is of course
 locked in 
       the press up
hallway of 
all is too 
hardly pleading for 
penalty plays requited  
first need exit 
you inflix
      the anonymous city
in pure lens flair
    the body search