Draino:
They would never stop peeping for
blocked drains to ignite and smoke out
and never stop crouching cupboard ajar to look at
the lens-flare in the s-bend
Another sky with smoke
As we match the rolling beetles to
the right words and march to the horizon we: a
barbershop couplet
Before we say ‘flames’
Before we say ‘run’
We: reach for the thesaurus
Don’t go/Don’t say you’re bored!
It’s really heating up now (boredom our contour
our cartography)
Heavy weather!
As this earth becomes
Another star/some titan’s proposition
We used to do this on purpose
red belly hips and popping
serotiny; But now it happens only
by accident by which is meant
when something goes wrong
How do you like events?
How do events find the right words?
Talking to you is like birds: shaking leaves and swooping territory
Talking to you is like weather
Unpredictable but always lousy
shit town anyway/ I said I love this place—I always said
Anyway, the tabloid out of date—
the only issues we find
Are my manual work, and I can show you, firebug
There are so many dirty sheets
I think we should throw them into this fire
We could watch from our imported rock
Burning to tell you oh! something
Another sky is keeping secrets
A no-comment sky/every word we said seemed really/at the
You show me stretched clouds/
They said: love this place/that’s smoke/that’s the s-bend