Who comes to Gary’s heart? | Crowds, large crowds | shuffle through his heart, dropping litter, their opaque | heads | dense with unravelling | life | fuzzy electrical | energy | energy which affects | their hands, the twists | of their mouths | the mechanisms on | train doors and the limbs | of their lovers as they | sprawl and pump and flutter

But they don’t stay, the people | though there is | plenty of room | for Gary’s heart | is mostly consumed by | voids | constructed by | voids | It is a place | people pass through | leave notes | send texts | Skype occasionally | it is a place | other places shun | it is | made by unknown and | unvisited places | where wheat ripens over thousands of square | kilometres and the | marine life is rich, the colours | on the fish | of stupendous richness, the fashions | of the rich | amazing, but the poor | are inventive, too, and make | a raw and edgy kind of music in those | places Gary has never | been at all

His girl comes | to Gary’s heart, she | leaves her knickers at the | end of the bed, she | sorts through the | junk a little, moves it around | she makes a fish face and rings | doorbells and she calls him | so that his heart | is not entirely | consumed by voids, constructed by voids, she | casts a shadow, and heats | the bay in the | multi-story car-park | her flesh | warms the wrench and the selection of | screws and | makes the bird | fly up so suddenly it makes Gary | jump

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