`i can get it in six minutes’

It stinks of mold

Too fierce to grow

Of mildewed pride

Death and hope

Bromide

Metabolised

Dumarier dust

Doctor’s orders

And arthritic

Abeyance

Pads chirp

Under finger

Touch

Unleavened tongue

Rotates

Dot matrix cataracts

Blink into being

Arithmetic excess

And i fly

Legs like springs

Raving playthings

Wound compliant

By fright and

Forever-bound

Trances of triumph

Worthy tyranny

High stepping

Daylight anthem

Blackbird deranged

Morning ecstasy

Crests, rolling fingers, stick

Hits of rage

Float green

Over k-mart kicks

Stuffed snug:

Two-ply thrift

Spasmodic leaks

And my mind’s

A laughing

Fit

Life drum counter-feits a

Tetched metronome

To half-mad tempo

I stride break-beat

Marziale

Butterfly lesions

Alight giant

Staples

Ignore

Incandescence;

Fatal oath to

Split frantic

The course grows

Steep and xanthic

Azure archway

Fume

Sanguine london

Breath comes

From

Miser

Compassion:

Blood-soaked

And barbed

Machine chirps

Digital cheer:

.46 miles/3:00 minutes

Blackbirds guzzle

Crimson fog

It tastes of

Zambezi

And flows

Free like

Song