DURATIONAL #10

(WHO LOST THEMSELVES FOR A LONG, LONG WHILE)

/ panic on the streets of –
/ the dads are deskilling.
/ spring. its green impertinent.
/ hope’s scented echo, loose in the park.
/ here u are, poet.
/ into the fierce idea of daybreak, shook with mood.
/ here u are.
/ u are not renewed. u are rooted to rage.
/ should i just give up? he says.
/ and what does that mean?
/ the birds, their glitch and solicitous trilling.
/ lush black dog of indiscriminate affection.
/ days of sonogram and monody. the body. it’s post-punk monogram.
/ glyphed over everything. graphed onto. everything.
/ what does it mean? to be here, stretched between fences.
/ lanyards. grinding of the general jaw.
/ the kinship of cancer all over us. in pink hospitable ribbons.
/ or the sob-story’s wet headlock. fuck off.
/ days of nightshade and translation. tilting at dreamboats.
/ watching blue jean. and crying uncontrollably.
/ reading the log books. and crying uncontrollably.
/ in the cubicle u move towards undressing. hollow with shock.
/ only the voice: static, impacted. then –
/ crying uncontrollably.
/ london. inside its dark ancestral, u did not miss.
/ to be battered. bartered for and bargained with. batted back.
/ u, u frightened changeling. u righteous berk.
/ with yr empty exercises and yr flat exempla.
/ running. the disservice of the city.
/ london, its thwarted vernal. it trifled and shimmered.
/ spat on u. spat u out.
/ at work there are men. my dudes, really? u do not love. sprawling in storm light and corduroy.
/ disciplinary’s grey gestation.
/ unprecedented asphalt. ass-hat. struck from the record.
/ u are dreaming.
/ of fields and fields. orchards and chansons, cold cloaks of wheat.
/ u are dreaming. of other sunlights. the tongue.
/ maintained in its idleness. no more my dude, really?
/ the snide falsetto he pantomime’s is u.
/ poet, what are u doing?
/ u are still here.
/ but u are still here.
/ god in their starry equipage. night.
/ the flowers sighing themselves apart.
/ blue air over the medway.
/ all hesitation and fragrance. still here.
/ it is so still here.
/ head like a horizon.
/ the widening shine of release.