Wednesday 3 April 2013

empiricism














you know that absence
of sensation a stranger is writing inside your head
& later in darkness the letters
aglow inside your eyes you read what it is
only you could have written?

Iain Duncan Smith
is an invisible radioactive rat
& only a fault in reality
such as death
makes Iain Duncan Smith visible

then i decided i’d put on my most brilliant makeup
my fingernails painted with snail snot
my eyelids heavy with saliva of roses
imagine my fears when the train didn’t stop

that’s how you got to where you are
it’s a town with a tradition
of angelic visitations:
you remember a stranger making use of your voice, but not much more 

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