future angels

11 September 2013
9 March 2025
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crash about
the furniture
it’s taken me a lifetime

to acquire
while wrapped
in omelette

I’m mute
a claustrophobe
in an en suite

vomiting
into this mare’s dream
demonstrable as lightning

flash auditions
a whistling warrior
a monk bellowing

then epigenetic
whispers
perhaps I’ll open

the storage pod
in which a submersible
hums

am I being smart
about climate change
or just weird?

my girlie diamonds
with nitrogen vacancies
fixed by constant measurement

compute Zeno’s arrow,
while Pierrot
pines

for the moon
to be architected right
you should be expeditionary

not confident
of success
but launching

malaise toward
battlements
toward

toward
slow songs
like your

ovum
your ovum!?
sure, honey

my cloner my
love, come
clean

your moon
is the
broom