Be precise with the dawn

abort the night - jump the border control.
there are no foxes to slum the gutter…

keeping the line in sight…
squeeze thru flesh full tubes
bodiesinmasses
strong as sea
GO
under toe -
along the city shore
into the city's pores

we are an ocean of mirrors
reading the papers. We, the
Cultured Apes -

breathe bananas…

trade in mutual funds for mantras. Stop fooling around
with conjunctive… chasing
hands in discovering
horrors and miracles and
echolalia gospels

City Pharaohs ride night busses through London boroughs.

flash thoughts in desert dark…
a reptilian eyelid flips up,
to an ivory moon under
which creatures breed, open like corollas with
absolution and anoesis

Awaken Skin

seek rest on familiar skin
under the tide of breath.

candid confusion and carnage…
masses make objects of us.
watch us squirm for space…
produce and consume
high quantity
defecation…
devour and learn.
pluck oyster pearls from perils. hours arrive by the second without permission.

tend to bars that aid escape. into the blur with doxy
Dionysus dim… insect awareness…

Be Precise With The Dawn.

(time is cyclic not linear. We are the scared geometry, the mirrors,
the minors and the gold.)