Put your 'serious' mask on and read this aloud in the accent of Patrick Stewart.
Lines
Lost in muddied
hurricane tongues.
Split the page, fragment
into passages of echoes.
The lines and
lines and lines
divide what they grip.
Tight pockets simmer beneath symmetrical
rhythm. The pops of plosive symphonies
snap all meaning,
a spine in a car crash,
splintering oak.
Work with the grain and strip flesh from
the page, steeped in black blood.
Vacuous curls that squeeze on their bars,
like squirming victims tied to train tracks.
A foot that treads and crushes,
no black boot, no oppressive stomp:
instead, idle wandering.
The forest of curves and discoloured blurs
trodden and padded
down, wilting and weeping beneath
the onslaught of idle wander.
Inhale, step with purpose and smudge
with measured deliberate vandalism.
Snap the spine in your pupil,
crush with solidity
exact white-on-white.
Synapses entangled, lines
with disjointed meaning. Grasp
the heart that thumps against its ribcage
rude rouge runs through hungry fingers
the air turns thick with lyric and vibrations
bruising into clouds
stained with a muddied mass of dots and curls
the pounding heart
bulges and splits
seams of curled strands strain through
one and many of white nothing
squeeze to a fist
sharp white noise
through heavy red red red as
the heart blackens
in its open chest
red gasping through the lines until
empty like an empty
hall all red outside
hanging in the air
grasp at cooling ash
Lines
Lost in muddied
hurricane tongues.
Split the page, fragment
into passages of echoes.
The lines and
lines and lines
divide what they grip.
Tight pockets simmer beneath symmetrical
rhythm. The pops of plosive symphonies
snap all meaning,
a spine in a car crash,
splintering oak.
Work with the grain and strip flesh from
the page, steeped in black blood.
Vacuous curls that squeeze on their bars,
like squirming victims tied to train tracks.
A foot that treads and crushes,
no black boot, no oppressive stomp:
instead, idle wandering.
The forest of curves and discoloured blurs
trodden and padded
down, wilting and weeping beneath
the onslaught of idle wander.
Inhale, step with purpose and smudge
with measured deliberate vandalism.
Snap the spine in your pupil,
crush with solidity
exact white-on-white.
Synapses entangled, lines
with disjointed meaning. Grasp
the heart that thumps against its ribcage
rude rouge runs through hungry fingers
the air turns thick with lyric and vibrations
bruising into clouds
stained with a muddied mass of dots and curls
the pounding heart
bulges and splits
seams of curled strands strain through
one and many of white nothing
squeeze to a fist
sharp white noise
through heavy red red red as
the heart blackens
in its open chest
red gasping through the lines until
empty like an empty
hall all red outside
hanging in the air
grasp at cooling ash
