In shadow housing, hidden from view | grapple with fire risks and claustrophobia | our romance becomes | a history of narrow escapes and catastrophic insolvency | Skyscrapers in waterbeads | rent to ghosts | cities in memoirs, prone to subsidence and earthquake dreams | no one records our descent | our home has no number | our votes lost at sea | Fame | eats the violet hours | print beasts | crunch up the bones of nymphs and sprites | enjoy your view | over the volcano | write your letters | perfumed and redolent | of youth and struggle, the intangible | mood of the new, the unfelt | feeling | send them off to The Daily Oblivion | and wait, and wait… | There is no demon | walking quickly through the snow | the skulls of dormice | shattering beneath his hooves | Who owns you today? | How many of them | have a part of you | a stake | in you? | Draw back, draw back | recede | soften and dissolve | to a cool | dispassion | and look down | on it all | with eyes | of the inhuman moon | In an invisible bedroom | we make love as | visible as we can | while in the public streets below | bailiffs bash and roar | brutalised and brutalising | with their cudgels and guns | pausing at the corner, afterwards | wrapping soft treasures | in silk handkerchiefs for their secret daughters

I read last night | in Weekly Amnesia | a fictionalised account | of our Lisbon sojourn | the hijacks we carried out | the corpses we pushed | from the cockpits of airliners | corpses of Iraqis and Saudis | French and Italians | Han Chinese | Brits, Chileans, Americans | The dead are fixed | in an aspic mode | the widows and widowers | deal with dissolution | In our epics | our sagas | we weight the print with horseshoe metre | clad in steel | thistledowns and electric caresses | forge in incorruptible poses | bronze statues entirely | unconscious of their fall | stupidly still pointing | Walk away | from the others | down to the shore | at our feet | an icy glint and creep | of bottles | special with messages | O our | moment | O my | daughter

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)

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