The old ones sit at the
back with a single scotch,
the dreaded snapped rainbows in
the warped glass move behind them
in a glitter ball kissshock of
foamed pop
In the car on the way, the tower
blocks were Fags, stubbed into
coalstacks of sun
And up the stairs, chewing gum,
birds with big tits drank Dark
spirit and spit.
Strings fade in —
Quantifying movement:
Sparks of colour
spray
into moonmist and
bleach
A mute doll deranged From death
Circles a pustule of birth
DISCONNECTED MEMBRANE JUTTING
IN THE SPLIT SCREEN NIGHT
FREEZING OVER TRAILS
OF SMEARED STARS
Wavescapes and blankets of diffused
bulbs rollick a scalded kiss
In the boiled night
strings fade out —
Moonspit and sun muck flooding over the streets
agate waves throb in the
dimmed light
the flickering bleachers thump
In the powdery dusklamps
14 yr old magenta dissolves in rain
Argent balustrades thrust upwards
Into the cunt of dripping night
Jigsaws of ice spliced with polished knives
Glitterated talons of the tin foil mouth
Strings fade in
DISCONNECTEd MEMBRANE JUTTING
IN THE SPLIT SCREEN NIGHT