We & I – let’s swim into this house
and have a bath, swiftly
everything spills, every one
embrace this feast
– we feed
each other’s faces
all summer long
delicious too
our ecosystem
Things get sooty & disordered
Who wouldn’t blame the
Old generation then?
– Richard: oh, what of succour?
Rita: adorable source of worthless order
Gilda: cannot calm the dawn
Glenn: doing his grunties, again
Adrian: tutor mainly to shingle is wasted blasphemy
Stella: helpful, salty & built of old bricks
La Vedette Atomique: oh my friend
the dark vapours break
whatever we improvise
dust & voices
speckled w/ grey drops
memory
Make a ritual of this now
The shock of utter events
Will break our silence
Hour by hour
– rearrange all this
thus: