Adjustments to today

this coloured impulse
retrieves from dynamic stash
severe serial happenings

like a bolt from the black
bound for donation to pastel shades
concern swathes compliment

in authentic source
mined for erraticism -
all in a day unfamiliar to yester

i

scuffle clammy
from resolving aptitude
I turn distraction down
and partition matter from subject

o

writing in lapse
loiters on life support
preserving hand

i

if coincidence participates in aim
flare widens
in the wake of elbowing
all else
worldward

ing fall

was he suffering spiral linger
or ascent of the clung kept?

could heady intoxicants
cue the highs
of his …in weakness…
and escape the dream chase of mid into night

or elsewhere fall
on the cool eve of flight
as disorder dared to corkscrew
the room out of them
before the ings continued to present or awake to wait-read-writ

i

in awkward suspension a
life dangles
out of shape
shrinking the scale
of seize under-flowing
available flair

i

tipped off by affinity
easily dismissed interests
attract your minority
as excuses wind tentacles
around dissimilarity
pencilling an acceptable ‘I’
on any mask
like a pillar
holding up life

In kling

“But why had she spoken to him?” p2 (1)

“…the straight-lined horizon…”
over-simplifies distance
without reproach to lack
or slips of tongue
as silence wets
the appetite of shame
and we down suns, really
knock them back, until water
breaks in half at the ‘t’
and we are left to wear
liberation like a short sleeve
that gathers strength lining
the room with moss
and in forgetting to stand
their fall would be
simplified horizontally