bending/amendment.

contour regard lifting splaying &
the five fingers, contrary stance
waving like icol diston, plugging
it in and switched-on so the eyes
have got illumined and the stitch

in time saves nine-- just revolve
enough that the rhythm alternates
with my mood or if the comet mel-
odies paved the unchanging tao to
five or more elements, cubofuture

relaxed and prone for this rondo,
quintetted and unexplained: walk-
ing requires fire, sincere charm-
er blotting the signature, wildly
keen and important to hold on to;

bedsit satori invocational mirror
disperses gloom and promised luck
with the wind caressing your face
beauty unbeholden to the traditi-
ons and empire.. all of this made

me settle in the furrows, alarmed
like the earth's own sense of its
dishonourable discharge, and what
exactly is there to fight for any
way? if alone or excited it's the

miserable shame that convinced me
to practise ineffable bliss, also
to preach healing peace, and what
remains beyond these can't really
interest me because i'm gleaming.