Starting easily
Like the dazzle of a shell bursting
For engagement,
A moment visible
But travelling in echo.
Message ready to unleash hell,
At the brain controlling,
A sum alien.
Each sense the miracle of atom and particle
As models tremble,
Modulated but deadly,
As a switch to voices of “incoming”
How friendly
With noise intimate.
With something personal –
A cup to drink from.
That the loving person
Who likes somebody
That likes something
Is perfect.
Intoxicated, a symmetry.
Every word explosive –
The lack of reason
For what we are about to receive
Making us truly thankful.
At nil,
Our understanding.
The lights in the crate not ours,
Everything emptied.
So I began to go beyond going to the limit.
What is today my limit?
Nothing, no music.
Just remains –
The comedy finishing.
Going up the line tonight,
Looking neither left nor right
All contracts filled.
All spots extinguished
By a darkness
That folds around the word “bonus”.
Where Bayswater forms a meadow
And some of the smarter people
Are trapped in wealthier ghetto,
I lie awake in prison.
A peacock in the smarter mezzanine,
With lusty wobble, I exercise daily
To see my sentence double:
A lifer in this grotto.
There are so few words in the dictionary
For sudden death and misery
That inventing a word to remember
Becomes a kind of journey.
This is what I see each time I turn the corner
As I make for the subway.
Licking his lips
Without tank, fuel empty,
Contemplated below
No signal
The new normal –
Instrument and eye combined in symmetry.
A hawk, hunter killer,
Circling,
In his glide wondering,
Like every killer he would be hungry
After killing.
His machine/stomach always empty.
Hunger turned him into missile
Aimed at cities.
Making the new extreme quite normal.
One hell of a carry to put around you,
Your ears, your face,
All flesh will soon be blessed
With Dollar Calamari/Empire Squid.
A bug bitten son of a trail commission
Hero of friendly, breaking-your-leg, persuasion
Some giant playground to return to later
Performs a ten minute trade with naked option.
When trading, just a feeling he’s just visiting
His pathetic victim
Tied to wheelchair or investment prism.
The prospectus read: that’s for little people.
By lowering you down to depths
Of unimaginable shrimpness
Where they borrow against you
Before you’re eaten.
Stunned by some flash trade
Others deeply impressed
Can help with clarification
By easing the trading of funnies,
Pegging the currency or stress testing unfavourably
Competitor.
If not squid,
A bank that’s on the move with giant tentacle.
Knowing it cannot fail/quite impossible.
The house wins like every best casino.
Monte Carlo or Dead Sea Scroll
It doesn’t matter,
If you have the ace,
You have the hole.
In a single step bound
To April
When the remains are still
A shallow breeze
Lifts the cuckoo
To settle almost now on summer.
As cups full with fresh flavour
Have a sound unmistakable,
Each step is madder now.
The first girl I saw I gave a kiss to. Cuckoo.