painted bright as a poppy drops
on water in winter armour

endeared with pins through daring
words emotives that would fly

scramble. alert.
stand down

flutter arrested
attested to tempt;
at rest the
compression lump

chunks of red muscle lie against
wanton parting pout born by eyes.
there is no offer.

petals drop as remembrance
of a bi-partisan battle. disorder
beaten by bravehearts

that did not fall but threw themselves
on into slurry of sharp parts
slowly giving to drops of familial blood

contructs that are
made of parts.
a new whole function
persists.
no switches.
changes are intentional
in the design.

desire from subject
as if dance
made a
baric battle
bless the ground

matchsticks animated
from dust
are
insoluble
voluble in
incantation that
are
lazy laments . shifts
of pressure from the
id (who understands nature)
to the ego (who esteems in published forecast)

in flows of gritty water
the dust people that travel
on the wind

mass .
that smack in the face
with a brick.

subjective accident
in a bubble

- God -
particles interact in a huge pool of
energy

physical
creative
sensitive

as input
-

makes weight
as a wave
dances in winds

singular and
'sin everywhere
where energy
flows

God cannot
fast or
fatten
else
the bubble bursts
and the brick
passes through
you.

the window
smashes into uncountable
nothings

temples stand in places.

outsides
exalts
from the base to the
untouched firmament

inside
exhausts
ideologies
from lungs wetted
by the blood of saviours

the ground is moved
by worms
into mounds of it's castes

clamour push and deny the rust stain
left as spots on nylon thin throws

no light is un-greyed in passing
to fail ignition . somewhere
sinoatrial spark kicks the pump
over
again
again
again

until even that like waxed diesel
instead of vital fuel will impel
only a

thud

and then wooden and thin as a
peg. round headed and spindles
you are boxed for
the
Fire

Cupboard doors open and slam in a rush of morning departures. Tins of beans and packets of pasta checked for use by dates end up piled up on the table. Toothpaste faces run in clutching new soap and that unopened toiletry to add their finds.

Pat on heads. Loading and quick check on calendar. Yrs 2 to 6 9am St. Matthew's

the products
of field's and labour
day's of equality

Rushing around to get home in the dark. Central heating clicked into the Internet of Things. Instant pictures of children's day. Instant food on the table. Entertainment on demand pumps out donate now message from Shelter.

cardboard bedsheets
night's of equality

wrenched into the space between
vows
gags preserve a truce

split sheets make bridles
reigns are dropped

mustangs are not so stilled

heads up. clouds.
surely one is
horse shaped.
somewhere
to
hurdle the blue conjoined
sky to earth to shore to sky

freedom is.
chains but proof,
in their noise and tension,
of liberties intention

claimed for common benefits
deeds are solemn
herds are acquiescence

royalty is made amongst them
prerogative in the places
where fidelity has made a
no man's land