25.viii.20
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say monster
when we speak ourselves
warn against the
fists
call claws
mean animal out of
the book then
made up in the mirror,
the dream
in drag
in fits of trick
with overlapping
flapping ears
and hear all you won’t
say
come jaws
we warn against
ourselves with
creatures all pile in
and on
see how skin and
scales, limp wings
(tend this way with
time we do)
all instinct with
trouble tricky
how else thus far
it is a scare and
wizard thing
make all of it a rite
of passage
rainbow slung warrior
maiden
each monster will its
chorus wept
mascara too much
and tail for crudely
longing
always daring it up
dial monster
triple AVO
drink this
a monster in the
porridge
am I so hard to tell?
woods at the mercy
and eat you up
those monsters will
examine the droppings
pay haruspex
this is all joy until
single handedly
crool forchin’s got me snouted jist a treat
– Dennis (a sentimental
rearrangement)
we were far from a
story
nothing you’d note
but one was all
obedience, prone
this was at a stretch
when less in luck to
guess
held for and fast
make a fist like this
there are yesterdays
in
(as for the song)
chase them
but they mock my way
knowing it’s best not
to know
a flicker and flit
soup conjurings like
the book not yet
deserving to be
as if I were
concealing a self
told away in traces
I think the ancestors
live there
each to a secret
script smaller and
smaller
only imagine where we
are touched
I think to build a
day from the trappings
aloud and in good
light
the old dream
unremembered
come to our senses
here
think of the other
lives lived where
you only see the
arrows after
and truth
its sleep
was a warm between
legs
a comfort hard thing
hearts soften
you could hold it
in your hand
rattling time
and the grim boat
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