Day, and its falling through
itself. Trailing the legion particles
of morning, uncountable
tentacles of noontime. London,
transmutation in moon-blue.
Stone transistor broadcasting
alchemical spells, and you
its loyal receptacle. Curriculum
of metropolitan delirium
in bruise-hue at hound hour.
Studious, observe in abeyance
this detritus syllabus. Pupil
with pupils ablaze, kindling
like tulips. Death and its
diaphanous trick. From the vault
came a voice, no mouth. Spoken
lexicon of light. Sapphire
hexagons crown conurbation
in cyan. Eyes, opals.Portals, open. Listen.
Sleep is a pristine state. Hypodermic lamb
leaping the gate of the skin. Love
is a phantom limb, always
itching. The tenements attuned
our antennae to the testimonies
of the territory. Borough was a bow
for the arrow of childhood.
No gauze for the lost cause
of your days. Saliva mirrors
quicksilver. When you open the home
of torso, or so they say, organs
resemble almonds adorning
the abattoir floor. Past ultraviolet
walk far enough into darkness, until
your body is enveloped in night, andyou will never be photographed again.
Miggy Angel is the author of the poetry collections Grime Kerbstone Psalms, published by Celandor Books - Extreme Violets, published by Hi Vis Press - and Boy, Bestiary forthcoming from Ice Floe Press in Autumn 2019. Miggy is the editor and founder of Burning House Press.