Rome 1992

Seaweed used as fertiliser. She blooms in resignation. A sky full of ghosts. Edgy painting a skull. An itch on the inside of the hand. The bones full of infinite marrow. The skin lined - like creased. Juveniles are seals humping the rotting flesh of washed up fish. 

learning mechanics

from a mountain range

a wall

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Rome 1992

No  epic for George and his legions. Virgil sits lonely upstate in a single cell - they never return his calls. Cement men, riders of giant elephants, dragged from the saddle and beaten. Pastel neon sonnets. The goth’s language caked in blood. Hawks recite commentary in the form of 18th Century mandalas . 

overdue 

        in the city of film 

        an owl dies 

of greed

A man, holding a houseplant, walks out of a burning building. The goth’s are optical technology flooding every gate. The eyes of rare birds… grapevines catch fire. And still no Alexander or Caesar to anoint this war. The smoke can be seen from the far reaches of the empire. A victim lying bloody in the street dreams of a river and the coming blossom. 

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Everybody has a favourite tooth. A tooth they really like. My favourite tooth is the one on my top right behind the pincer. It has a nice shape. It is white, in a porcelain kinda way. It is nice in it’s smallness next to the larger pincer.