winter lays over in the hollow stem. green frisks without looking over its shoulder.

walk with your automaton, gaze past their defences to the sky.

everything that isn't ingresses, stretching your attempt at stability.

larger than life, the rant blue rimes the day.

disgust, as chewed as the turnip shell; a body left behind.

was our stake in the ground ever friendly?

the arm sweeps in circular gesture, following the rim of the all that is.

envision the jewel, blind to the corpses.

untended, passed over yet returning, my mind finds it shape, like the amorphous jigsaw piece of sky that suddenly resolves the whole.

who takes the garter thrown to the wind, what is promised to the wood and the wire.

rock your hips, sway to the contractions, let breath moan in beats, inch forward through the mud.

the gate and the cloud hinge in a silver mouth, momentarily offering triangulation.

get yourself ready go find your bow tie come rain or shine.

the bean seed in the jam jar pressed itself up, searching out, as our gaze inflects self with each surface.

all that practice of dissolving brought to a sudden maze of light, colour now burning out the edges.

the rain has been teaching about from and formlessness, each curtain sweeping in a new encounter for my breath to weave into.

our play is in the drama between the shifting light and the lowering dark.

life prised opened from the bottom, a jagged mouth for every passing stranger, last centuries bookends, fags and beans.

luckily there is contagion, imagination populates the drabbest mire.

keep the hard step, tread in the security of geometry.