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- STUDY FROM METAMORPHOSIS OF NARCISSUS
- Marching, the tanned individuals keen
- The hottest sand, the coolest waters blush
- A pinkish sunlight, spitting pebbled path
- Straight to the narrow: the melting pot, oh
- We'll bathe in golden waters and coat arms
- Faces, hands and torsos in the kind murk
- The acidic fear of variables gone:
- Neutered in a sexless, Godless one
- Tell the man on the pedestal to leap
- He'll find his feckless footing soon enough
- It's a shame he'll consider these young men
- Whilst pacing through peroxide and crushed glass
- STATESMAN
- They served a slab of mushroom in candlelit sauna
- Something about how Turkish princes did it
- Half expecting a robed villain to appear, I turned
- The waxen flames layering waxen heat
- And asked for a cigar, or a cigarette
- Something about how German ministers behaved
- And as I breathed in creamy hotness a friend notes
- A thin curd wrapped round the end
- Some smegmatic curl of meaning
- Perhaps a bustling trading square for micromatter
- I imagine vitreous forms kerning to a platform
- Something about Medieval history
- How do they execute bacteria?
- My friend claimed for my attention to be drawn
- For the once thin mess was now a foam
- Which throbbed and maybe emitted a heat of its own
- Making the process rather difficult
- And although I could see no market square
- Nor jazz club, court or school
- I felt that I need not interfere
- The thing would have eyes and nose soon enough
- And soon enough it had grown too hot
- And soon enough it spoke
- COFFEE WITH THE REFEREE
- Windowless hallway
- Interior slatherer
- Professional bellower
- Caveless protégé
- Leaping into arms or hammocks
- Bosch'd whether the grass is above
- Or below
- Or on top
- Waterfalls gasp and no one hears them
- Tuscany creaks about the attic
- Ostentatious wobbler
- Pull a fingernail off and taffy pink blurts out
- What did you expect?
- Bumbles projectively
- Like the girl in the room that smells of fresh paint
- Pivot with plimsolls or sit down and watch
- He'll spin ya like a wrinkled ballroom
- A melting pirouette gurn
- The starting pistol whines
- HUBBARD'S FARCE
- I: The Network Shivers
- We've discovered life behind the doorframe!
- Call the blokes in suits with their mobile telephones
- Their tinted spectacles and boyband haircuts
- The world is buzzing
- This is a free time
- Our lab is beautifully chirping
- I imagine pushing the hair from your face
- And taking you on a floppy drive waltz
- Synthesised sonatas peppering the air
- A flickering necklace hologram or ring
- But first a word with buzzing
- New age:
- Chromic blocks
- Glossy towers
- Window GUIs
- Bacon discs
- World Vision
- Command-line breeze
- II: The Thing Itself
- First frame: spider face
- Unholy stretching
- Now a brown rage
- Lizard skin texture
- There's eyes
- Now they're here
- It's looking right at you
- It always has been
- Since you walked in
- There's no sound
- You can't hear
- An unimaginable furrowing
- Your brain is ripping itself apart
- It has to: things have changed
- Permanent flight
- Darwinian shutdown
- There's a sphere of fire
- There's a thousand knives
- There's a raging loony
- Right behind you
- There's an acid cube
- There's a salty mush
- There's absolutely blood
- In your head
- Well the wall may as well be the floor
- Or you're falling forever
- The sink knows where you live
- The shower sees what you do at night
- The door handle has a tongue
- And for the first time
- It dirtily pokes it out
- III: Sailing
- Someone interviews someone else
- Stuttering notes and inconceivable renderings
- Line graphs galore, white coats and all
- Somewhere this is happening
- The world's turned white
- We don't walk now we glide
- We dream of dream ropes
- We think of thought stacks
- Everything must go in boxes
- No really it has to exactly
- We learned too much
- We learned too little
- In a countryside shack
- The Father desperately searches
- The horses won't die
- The hay won't stop fizzing
- A blade of real grass is actually her eyelash
- What a dance round the barrel that would be
- Slap a cowbell would you and gurn please
- Someone gurn please
- BIRDS
- Ungraceful tones
- A bitter humming
- Hauntful quela
- Glits queal
- Gleaming still
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