Anywhere the dolomite head
lays smitten of rest
with dank jambs in cove
the sky dirt joke puts up
with floorboards of these
hissing canisters a sheet of
chrome smiles to ruck,
a hard knock on the hip
in Vienna I watched Dresden
people turn into shadows easily,
the 100 meter ukase the order speaks
of an uninjured party
into this our new man,
ostrich head a face I love
ostrich head a face I love
you said that would not stop now
Our Client if you require
amendments please contact
the sender of which this is not,
Our Client the 100 meter ukase the order speaks
at home, is death in you yet
forms a carapace of contempt
forms a carapace of contempt
airtight perimeters of this
wintered slip transmission
rattles out in empty hotels
unhurt from the habit of boring outriders
with all love and kindness of
this bashed division of solitary
spectres harnessed in old chestnuts
now carbon, all this love and
bromide seen around my village
the most mettled heart
is mine and mine alone
and I keep it in an outdoor
storage box with 10 year
anti-rot warrants on my head
