Sicked light made bulbs cinquefoil twist
windpipe striplings wiggle over hangnail
morning winter bittering charts in eyes
on copal varnish covered amalgam
nilmouth Make The Sky Fall Waking
self-accused cuspid semitone
credit licensing legislation slip
spruce buds between fingers
picked by vote
whose dead hole now leads in-itching
history is black earth
so by fleas it travels on rats
sucks dewy light venal caveat down
wards facing dog
a vote whose dead hole
streams 12 stars over my right eye
a technical ripstop Made in Italy
Cocoon shaped concealed zip closed snap
hoarding built above your head
O Sitex what better time to move away
& what it means
to truly be filtered air inside
new homes on dead bones,
crave dirt with anti-gel bac biting over
the community preview camber
a count of candles under chin
a doorstep away from the river
& it loses its dead remember
how much a solvent tooth is
breaking over drawbridge, moat & boiling water
a charcoallike smell,
cysteine claggy
I want concierges. burning
in an unlocked drawer away from view
behind a picture in a home
the removal of unpaid items
physical keys, numerical codes, complex passwords,
biometric identification
strayed too far from the party’s epicentre again
having yourself beneath the blocks,
the undercrofts & prey for the fowls of the air
or mim in a room full of freaks again
hush that sloops how i yearn to dance
in a room full of freaks again.
