V.55

Accosted by a dark new mood
after a dream involving fire
towering above the georgian
terraces, and Bon Iver grown

cold and unfeeling, exploiting
my love of their music for cult
ritual aims. A horror dream.
I sit and feel real horror, as

the dull news legitimises
violence with a short sound bite
‘I’m just saying what everyone’s
thinking’ and that’s that. What the fuck.

I can’t defend such a robot
action (in the Czech sense) – playing
clip after clip of glob brained dullards
who believe solely in themselves

like a kind of solipsistic
brick, thrown through the window of my
mind. The clouds darken but the bright
and constant thereness of all things

is there like a bed for my brain.
Insects want platform for their buzz.
Insects can’t abide the changing
language. Insects click and stutter

V.44

Coming home on a long warm night
where the air takes the noise of keys
and holds it cupped in its hand like
a ladybird which alighted

on the hand, and is climbing up.
Coming home after mild concern
has flared in a blank stare forward
and later a stratified phase

of conversation while the feet
hit their warm rubber on the path.
Coming home after talk of trade
and politics and other large

and uncontrollable forces
which fluctuate like black storms do,
hung waiting behind the buildings
on your right, and seen between them.

To say power is power just
raises violence to a law
and that seems a dull reversal.
There are as many reasons to

do a thing historically as
there are to do a thing today
at least, and as reasons densen
a cool breeze blows over the street

V.23

To generalise is to hope
badly. while netting entangles
particles that were never meant
to be born and die together.

Just try to smush the world into
a little ball. All that said, those
who wage war are forfeit. Those who
choose to send various metals

in trajectories that later
intersect with human flesh are
forfeit. who treat people as meat
are forfeit. Who make the world grind

out sad goals that beggar belief
are forfeit. Those who laugh at it –
this jiggling of the human real
as it is smoothed violently

out are forfeit. They are fair game.
They are morlocks. We are eloi.
We must not allow ourselves rest.
They will eat us. We are surveilled

by red endocrinal systems
in our heads, necks, hearts and stomachs.
Like our wallets and our shoes were
peeled from the carcasses of cows