

the Coloured girlI saw water tumble like flowers ' heads kicked off by purple boots or droppedthe Coloured girl
as the bride does not and leaps off into the tale she'll tell those grand children not
yet. (I told you it feels angry but you looked at me and leant in
to blow hellohello hello before explaining to my cheek it's just eager to reach
the destined sea)
We run back and turn and laugh and tig-tag and from a tree the blackbird sees fish fighting their way up stream


kinetic lustHonest drops of Tuesday nightkinetic lust
(what few there were)
drained into electric puddles
of coffee and midnight.
Mournful whistles of
molecules
. (and coffee pots)
alive, ready,
waiting rang teasingly between the walls,
dancing in their own
kinetic waltz
of lust and touch.
All that humming in the thick warmth of 12 o'something
was less than love
but more than just the coffee.
. (Black with one sugar. No milk. No exceptions.)
He was only 1.2 feet away from her
but in the barren wasteland of human want


Defile All DesolateDefile All DesolateDefile All Desolate
so dial a line back through human gloom past the present where the future's present in each curdling broth of boiling biology -- biography -
the charting of your face, each face, every groove-line-ridge
and every hole conformed to fit the map--
so where? over rocks bigger than the sky huge like minds, and yes, my friend, i'm there -- no split infinitive, no heretic to holy angst -- i am truth and i am nothing
where?
where wastes glisten-crackle-break their strain of ice- glaze the icing of their