7 October 2025
inward necessity
our new materials
were houses at murnau
built with a kiss
translated new
and obscure
so a wall
becomes a road
of people
primary heads they are
clicked
to a flutter perspective
hard to see from inside
angular dimples all splats at once
full spate and dynamo lines
slide over rooftops and fences
eyes pop their solidarity for sun
though no restless rhythm has
night to contend with
a topic applied, a trapezoid,
anything fits a fauve surface
with dents from a chomper
par avion a glass
barbarian
throws slop around them
while green hills
rise behind with little
relief
we’re still angled kin
in droplets
we ooze from marshes
wander into
ponds of
persuasion
the old people
walk under us at night
a celestial kleptocracy
they don’t believe
it’s in their world
we belong
our thinking of beaches
is the moon in the sea
cannily unclothed
a compromised curse
fresh as currents
from under the ice