mealtime
monks of the hand to mouth
eat deep from bowls of smoke
shredding old worlds within
remeeting familiar morsels
in the fresh gutters
of a new world
wilderness
meanwhile
beyond the holy blinders
between vassal rooms
of the visible
Mancunian labs
are out there
crafting nanolithic walkways
from consecrated cleanrooms
to plastic pits
clandestine coats
mod the world without
overseers
feed new law from
side-eye spigots
to the world stump,
a
codex of gargantuan
press
disintegrating space
interchanging time and size
objectifying antimatter
high shrapnel for a tuna bagel
>>>
open ended
roads reel on at speed
gouts of violence
guided
in the right direction
a garden of undersounds
rooting
all the new music
greens and ambers vanished
under heavy
distance
the streets
as intended
<<<
cracked tusk streets
paper bag vows
ivory gum
stamped
like seashells
on a stolen sea floor
all gone to
hell
a struggle pinks the air
the unspoken will of
disinfectant
against
infectant
the pleasure beggars
inundated
hot neon
beat down
brand after brand
a power is still
here
engaged
below debris
tarmac ash
translucent fruit
wraps of the new age
barbarian tendrils
in the belly of the grass
plot
one
murmur
over
another
hundreds and thousands of
cave faces
emptied
out
on the strip
where am i? i’m
on track
hanging
to the side
of an empty stare