slayer, difficult and only mildly convincing pantomime
stand back for the pomegranate flashes:
chirr chirr
salt’s sweat
broke the edges
of the beach’s old pawprint
a cold sweetness
with which you could grow new teeth
the ice cream truck stranded in zero time –
many many globs’
epic intake of helplessness
just so much dead man’s couch surfing
a green slick of time, curving over the edge
the bong sorcerer’s handfuls of it
devoted to movement inside the Plexiglas cell nucleus
stands on the first impression’s gear-shaped vector
(‘make a good one’)
handsome man
slaughterhouse Volkswagen
DIESEL infinity shower
she launches herself – with parts arranged
in taxonomies of nuclear physics–
in a vending machine;
submits her hot melting light bulb to rubberband symbiosis
with the moon’s speed
takes a certain delicious toll on:
Coke cans, Mars Bars, a tree toad sitting for years
in the dusty corner screaming at coins dropping
loudly from a leaf
watch out it’s the Estonian frog stapler!
she shouts when the shadow of a hand passes over the leaf –
you don’t bind paper with it
you use the guts of green black red and yellow
innocents to run a filthy bath
‘this incinerator will totally refresh you,’ he says –
‘it models goose bumps and papaya breezes out of clay!’
she hauls out a shotgun
a hail of sharp sickly-beige suppositories
still standing naked
the worst actor in the world looks like a
shiny polished cheese grater
the cold wet polythene shower curtain is still
the underground
bunker’s
only wall
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