Docile on the flecks. In

which effete practice good sedition good

ergonomic man’s hot stripe of breath

unbent around a central stem heat is

the strapped lines of discreet dearth

much bedevilled such words are these

said wail on gizzards round a neck

hubris contemplating love my anodyne

sweet victor fresh one was t’come

gymnasium dread gums plose much

to lisp make me sterile with service It

kills customary excreta: my milk, my

absolute coil. Try educating numb tops

with a flick in a month of these, the deaf.

Brazed in a cremated one to catch

the quick sentiments or pursue her

on giddy streets, opening sudden points

or fastening to be precise / I was

actual, servile Man. These create a pose,

or trembles over water’s year, heavy

district by movement, asking for us,

wasted July bombs, this song, diktat

filing objects—heavy—into water.

for Matthew Dragec/o JOIE JOIE DÉLIRE

86 COPENHAGEN PLACE

LONDON, E14 7DE

II

Loins pop long dips

to mustard, mustard’s own data, my

ever salted love, dead singt, ex, ex.

Or the wisdom of plants, done worms

to explode the singing urge tops full-

flavour in cartons, munificent hops,

country drum, wed brown is dying on.

Edge dragged, no fervour, is it colours

hewn demi-god semblance of freed

clusters round my apple shell. Where

and what yoked searches? Coal aplenty

old frantic Depp, verily my housed

yearling, gunned for year’s water. Got

courtly wane by fruit & detached villa,

locate stuck plants for fruit’s hatchtop.

Back no London, is the high ground

he asks vertically, fingers twice to you

politely, but asking twice rushes dropsy-

pulse for me, he twitched at most once.

And you hatched Plan B, light aircraft

which sediment reached capacity on

Wednesday each September, that layer

flip tirade, circle lines around a kernel

in the cicada-month phenomenon /

were’t broken ma’am in carpark, heavy

thew stirrup published a new name.

And fragment settled the question: length.

And wrong turns were stemmata: growth

was fixed at thirty, mercantile years ago,

the brain outpacing merry saints, sick

on punishment by hereafter, burns type-

type relations, berry striated, red degrees:

Ye grime took tip, enclosed tongue’s lip,

wax in a specimen, heat rotates, lick

us for fragmentation inks documents

in stuck heat. In degradation’s violet,

to start on quotation’s route, to start

escaping origins, locked in your bloom.

Join, Locke slights our platter, head down

trepidation. Hereafter, nine watched.

Give impression: technique as deletion,

spins round the spiral wheeze no try.