- Brick Exhumed -
It ain’t the familiar violence.
The hallway’s just dark.
Still –
Bar the stream of light out the bathroom door.
Smacks against the wall,
Trickling out like a tungsten yolk.
- It’s warm.
Them socks have you slippin’
Down polished gum
But yer feet,
- So cold
They woke you up.
Soft train stumble into earshot.
Chuch Cuch Chuch
Turns –
Bristle on bone.
Turns –
Sees.
Body so proud –
So tight in its motion.
- Motions
With a cock of the chin.
Come in.
Rabid action –
Keep clean,
Bring foaming out the sides of it mouth.
"Brushed your teeth, Lenny?"
Cock of the chin.
"Come gimme a cuddle."
T-shirt ‘cross bone –
Bonds cut taught
- Over every hill and gully.
Swear you’d feel
Every organ
From outside.
You’re only looking back into the giant womb.
Where feet are warm
And muscle is brick laid
Across your tiny shoulders.
Dreaming double of nothing -