Haze represses and grey is low,

Midges wiggle at an unfruitful level, of height 

and the fear of which, the glam of a narcissistic rhyme,

I hear a sound, a horn, a blue wagon, a discipline

that mustn’t 

Emit, light conduction, through a tunnelling crotch, 

the immersive heat keeps going a trembling beast 

whose den is burrowed and he has been told not to,

plunge too swiftly down the storeys too deep.

Thankfully the supple dimple of his, 

recurs,

repeats and recurs 

foraged tendons and nerves,

juice, limousine and the black mesh cropped top.

Without notice, dusk escapes nights, 

and my peri-o-dical distraction, 

ruptured rutting boasts, cramped triceps,

have you ever spotted our newly recruited mannequins?

A foolish talk brought forward, 

the prophecy recalls 

teachers, armpits, packed muscles, mildly bruised knees,

buckles, mittens, skewed from the point, but 

light flows, memory blows, from head to head, secrets 

creep, faltering in the troughs of respiratory 

tracts and rows of flesh.

Still, centipedes bite the after-images

of torchlight.

The echoing bedrock is populated 

with decayed crustaceans, 

and tortoises on diarrhoea.

Particles and compounds, 

the drips stink the hippocampus,

so that the memory calms.

Sunlight is

the most certain darkness. Home!

Sweet home, Mary, go home! 

Where are you going, Mary? Stop!

Please, yes! Please do shoot! 

HIT YOUR TARGET! 

Yes, do it, do it! Mary!

So that you can come home!

ome ohm ô õe øN!