They won't listen so much you want to hit them
fall from one cliché to the next
words, so old every possible blend
intoxicated chemical preceptual
long toil taste their designs
On a warm day when it's good to be alive
you wait for someone to spoil it
never go back far enough all this paraphernalia
You shed skin swim in blue sky
water snake to catch the little car
slow, turn right a dog coughs, scares birds
With an apology enough you leave
to gaze back two hands in ribs
patterns of strange shadows
as if you are so stupid you don't matter
bob in the water go under, rise
finger the thin film of skin
Didn't you write it down? the place you must be?
spell every word magic
blurred & wrinkled skeleton
a jogger puffs past two fingers
drumming her hands to earphone music
Magpie on the grass hops in time to your thoughts
a fly explores your ear you stop listening
reach in your pocket a token from yesterday
stumps of iron railings remind you of war
the wind irritates
Twisted bars, concrete boulders
dead trees, grey sand, shrubbery mass
follow the smoke sunless ruin