3 December 2005
19 December 2022
p0sthuman: the evening before p.32f
not drowning
are you ever going to be
where I want you to be
in a shard of green light
in cézanne
in a chopper
a mottled cliff at 3 o’clock
below
grey sea
useless the colour of guts
and all that’s inside me
in the dark for decades
v
then squandered in sunshine
cinematic dystopias
the slow wine
of ancient hypertexts
ambiguous lines
drift through an under
ground carpark
it’s in your dream, your movie
black limos glide
a star
on each side
impasto of tyre hush
and the thud of car doors
we pass
steel elevator doors
a slow ghost
bends, a shopping bag
her child
in a pusher
strings, unisons
a slow beat, sixths
somewhere
mortal flesh
falls
silent