On a life residency by the racket
specie it ebbs away this
coup or communique
and so clearly the tariff of
good faith will be deferred
to the imaginary children of the future,
sometime later all rolled in primrose
under broiling suns
hereditary principle castes out
a glorified head in patina,
Countryside talks to me about tax efficiency!
walk out on England
wash my hands with coal soap
back again, bad trip not worth
seized liver fits
a narwhal tusk put it inside me
in variable axon out cures
sleep to coffin bone and the laminae,
sometimes a purple seal on blood stricken
this lord of misrule harping with thread veins
to soften your forehead
relax your shoulders, this is a reminder
to stop holding tension in the body
waking from home I have cancelled everything
and now free to march out to nobody ever
extinguish this compass, tolerance gone
ratiocinated to maximal cliques fizz
its free from value and so sinks in orbital
white flag a sweeter-tone fluid
dims the carousel,
at least you have your living room
to pace about in your cadged chariot
heart rivets and then breaks
a detail-orientation team plays
through crying, 'I hate music!'
you say wipe out and clear
the keys start your living, decline
in your vast apartment light filled spacious
beyond the viewing deck, bordering
formations of little prows in queues
otherwise know as people, its April next year
Friday perhaps! people still about,
although smaller queues you guess why!
the seat you feign from you have
forgotten how to walk, turned inside
relax your shoulders this is only a reminder
