Migraine Improv
as big as you can
as small as you can
make it the same thing
seagull on the roof
common snipe in the yard
24/7 birdsound
wet feather
white flutter
floodwater
volcano blackout
volcano privilege
volcano print
distant volcano
extinct volcano
volcano voile
paper recycling
fly away Peter
fly away Paul
suffer
sulphur
soufflé
snowflakes syringes
bananas oranges
statisticians foragers
mask no mask
nose mask mask
ventilator ventilation
dense lesbian trees
marriageable parasol geraniums
abandoned lighthouse
dense lesbian trees
people fall on their faces
things are looking up
dense lesbian trees
sweet singing in the choir
sweet singing in the choir
‘Doon Yer Tea, Eat Yer Bread’
A faint resentment paints
the spiral staircase walls
blue all over again,
unheimlich as a school
bazaar, as gilded eggs,
as rebonding plaster.
Footsteps. Stop one floor down.
Is that too soon. Or not.
They aren’t yours? Colour this
now, collect it like likes,
call it no name, no name.
I have seen the best minds
of my generation
turned into deer. About
time, too. Fuck resonance.
Streetside, virus baubles
the heatstroke jetty air.
Lyric! Cannae come in.
Vampiric lyric, you’re
banished. O my threshold,
my threshold, threshing floor
and sea floor, loud as foil.
O my deer, my hamlet,
my flowering wall, O
ladder to breakages,
nightmare’s gown, summoning
moonvowels. Exeunt.
I will go out. I will
Breathe. Breath is the spirit.
When’s a door not a door?
Too many empty rooms.
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