from snowy summits are mountained limbs of venomous frogspawn
here is to the life pudendal
blessedly unaffected by format rigidity.
going home, i see the most expensive chocolate bar
i’ve ever seen, heard of or read about
and in a fog of lousy vibes await an operative positive.
i eek out my whole being in the dance from blue to green
a witching hour meltdown throws her halo from my bed post
an irrepressible exhibit from the sex museum
the smell of our first kiss flutters by, a primal sense datum
i turn my snout at regret—the danger made it meaningful
while my teenaged self-destruction echoes on (and on)
a storm steals my ride so we climb pint eat and breeze (and on, and on)
it’s better to be generous to the best of your means (and on, and on)
(and on and on and on and on and on)
an intractable issue that we must address,
and i guess the time is nowish
how can you not trust me after all we have been through?
is this the end for me and you?
no and today is so much better than yesterday
infinitely, nice things are nicer than nasty ones
so i push through the pain in warm air for a buzz later
savour the flavour of copper coins on dry tongue
screw a shelf on, climb the wall, nacho un [] upable
then a day indoors with the bug and drive
a lurgy day in bed with that sunk feeling
but the incessant mind plays the hits as usual.
and the bin’s full / again i rely on a well meaning soul and forgive myself.
ineluctable loggerheads with events diaristic
i wrestle you onto a future plane
style glistens on surf with the setting sun
and we act like we what we do is demonstrably normative
but life as it is now only exists as it does now
and the future and the past are a million moral universes
laser quest pivot to armpit sweat and nervous stutters
give a dude a fish and you’ll win favour and patronage
teach him angling and your monopoly will be lost forever
you advise your charge by bringing her advice
you license your obsession by granting it licence
“i was sat” means to sit, you were sitting
badia brand tears in the box kitchen
i was sleeping when the rascal slipped in on a bonnie mission
you give notice, it’s official, the last issue
i’m doing my homework so you can take me with you
but the poison in the fang must be expunged
or the course will be hellenic, terminal, explosive
let’s not let bearable be the enemy of good
if you don’t keep a diary, today is a good day to start
we borderline roll with the blows and try to process
you can’t control your body, but we hope we can live with it
repeat my mantra: i’m working so i don’t have to try so hard
jump through the hoop, dont look, and stoop under the loop
are two bunnies a good omen? or was it just a dusky lamb?
i scuttle home sick in the night, not ready to be seen like this here
and an astral month ends, mess everywhere, a solemn verdict awaited
please god let all the good souls revel in forgiveness
the love epochal. n.n. benn 