bike crushed by wheel the boy projected and he flew in 1978

dreamt flying in the winded silence briefly died

 

bounced off tarmac 15 feet from launch raised up on haunch and knee and would have stood

 

I’ve said that boasting about mortality

 

now I write it is written

 

my living upshot

 

from about as far away from the end as the boy was from the beginning in 1978

 

every day since I’ve dreamt alive I’m dying

 

happy remembering dreams and not remembering happy dreams

 

I can do it awake as well as sleeping plain material

 

always awake as awake

 

missed stair crunch every night for as many years

 

humming in a clearing of consciousness the boy hears you

 

commons at the start or end of your dream I do but love alive

 

 

What darken wall I set to music

75% wet muffled reproduction's handful loose

the complete animal was promised

fairy skeleton reassemble a one as real as me

at this leet quietude transmitted across the flats

out apertures obliged to witness knowth

handsoïl archetypal rifle & fiction rifle patina

see the life in them to say it to others that I know it

er you know I can't say but just know on hearing

new marvels this day arranging clothes about their legs

gameplay Douglas Oliver zoned to living all replay

affordances of tools instruments in unopen field 

clops on already fed faces sullen metaphysics

ease arting technical out the face of Sky Saxon

I am pleased to announce

cognition is titles obliging

working class tunes for dancing

I like to write lines

seagull’s kite

that it has this shape at all

signals from not far what we are 

song promises complete animals

immanences leasing prosopaeias

resonance evaporates meat juice

making futurity in small batches

euphoria dying time between things

count the days I’m here

antiquity a little bit sooner to see ghost juice

Who are you to not be you

held in chairs set up angles

not speak beyond report

positions taken during dreaming

hesitate before or hesitate and

and recite in real language with no vowels

alliteration suborned by task specific iambic

fast rides expeditionary components  

obliged to think to be entertained 

you think you created the things you love

mimic transformation the only thing that's going to happen

feelings of power usage unfamiliarly yours

on the shelf down to the fen

you belong no further this way or that

Sneezing the only outlet for emotion

I'm gonna leave here walking

I don’t know much about how I began

just like the start of something else

empty except for godliness

salvate also means tamed

I been dancin on my own 

shuffle rolling in the middle of myself

in median virtue awaiting titles

making the best of days

I am born of iron chance

composing sonic obligations

fingering 2018's absence conker

making time out of my ginger beard

The only thing that's going to happen is Christmas 

when we make St Augustine’s exploded diagram of simultaneity

pretend recitations real slow out of the luck sack

you think you created iron chance 

unplanned year-round cropping of the garden

oh say Jonathan Meades in a TV chair weighing tapes

no hesitation to pretend to know wave turning

Trellinick & Massey say oh in wood and fabric chairs

recitation you pretend to repeat and know again

making futurity go in small batches you like it like that

recite in space deathless 20th century cosmos

to stillness to knowing to getting up in the morning

core element unbouncing every time its thrown 

within wch heavy germ of culture sits

When you were indivisible and spirits made spaces

repetition increase of circumstances 

what will work per episode per task

dream sets off immediate expression 

no remedies and it is only stories speeding up

disappointment and its causes and consequences

omissions and silent voices reportage’s cage

procedures of disappointment games 

made in the old presents for a particular purpose

a lot of Antarctica is how its data live now

what's to be withheld is counter to crazing

coincidental cadences vowels set in ice shelf 

fast spare barbarous translations hiss to finish

in chairs without parkas at specific sunrises