dandy.

abbreviated senses

fall over themselves

to reach tear ducts

inhale/exhale,

stomp as a way of

release.

you are here.

side roadworks 

cause not only

confusion 

just

be grateful 

there's no fatalities

today.

the planets aren't

aligned or even

talking to each other

right now but

there's no trouble

in paradise

unless you send up

the solar flares.

the theatre of war

is only entertaining 

to frankenstein's lover.

you never get

the generals to the front,

oligarchs must remain

ignorant, or at least 

blinkered for us to

remain capitalised.

tears are not

the most valuable liquid,

that's ink

to sign the papers.

alternatively...

crocheted clive.

i begin with the

best intentions,

but the piece

of my brain that

imagines success

has mastered the art 

of misrepresentation. 

the frogs creep in.

the tangles turn

to order, but only

sometimes. wrangle

your materials in an

almost brutal sense. 

you have an audience 

remember shirley,

you'd better sparkle.

punch the needle

pull the chain

you'll be okay

precious artifact,

if only i can...

burns.

 he doesn't burn slowly, 

usefully,  like a candle,

he burns dangerously

like a cigarette 

about to be dropped 

on crusty bedsheets,

he burns like red embers

spat from the fire

onto ancient rugs.

he is a dervish, whirling,

living for this moment 

and this moment,

and this one.

he is a professor

in the science of 

getting nowhere. 

he devours all the flavours, 

he is the rainbow. 

the flags he flies

are not red, they're flaming,

and i am the moth.

apollo.

apollo walked

by moonlight

contemplating entropy.

although a king

of increasing power

the snowball effect

of the melting ice,

the fires that close

the gap on heaven and hell,

the ruptures that 

the earth endures

make him fear the virus

has finally won.

apollo wept

by candlelight 

contemplating entropy.