bird flossing a crocodile’s mouth mango egg belly beak cut tip cut tip cut tip,
living is like living in the hinge is like crawling through the belly of a snake look inside
it’s a Moon’s dustbowl across the mile to the uvula,
and I’m a moth-bot swimming at moderato – whip-whhiirr – and trailing a spider’s vine of copper
cable like a climber I see a city possessed and a bronze fence.
I’m pacing like the God of the Underworld in a black tracksuit terraced houses drip water
and there’s stained glass/stained glass/stained glass at night,
a front room is a stove cooking the heart of a star. enthralled, streetlights curl like intrigued ferns,
then they gnash, mouth full of soapy salt-and-pepper static then the clock tower opens its video
eye and the croc’s jaw shuts above.
here and there unmanned working factory floor outside it’s howl
a panther with a coat of plasma and a belly full of watercolours a howl which breaks stone makes
the gold skin of the statues scaly. a manky wad of teeth / inside it’s
sit home we little birds soon only programmers or poets.