island psychosis

something has taken up permanent residence
in the corridor of permanent pleasantness

that which cannot be captured on camera
flickering in the periphery of your vision

go easier on your only opponent,
he's blinded and bloated with island psychosis

the apotheosis of all that is wholesome
hitching home along the postal road

from the death at the centre of the island of lights you
must trap it forever in the depths of the pre-terite

push ever west to the land of low density
as they fill in the tunnels and reman the battery

flickering footage of history
from all the angles we never normally get to see

solemnly demolish your dynasty
and send yourself a letter of indemnity

the dust at once diminishing and endlessly replenishing.

la danza

our guests are knee deep in la danza,
dazzled by my most impressive palabras.

if you are unsure of the angle:
bring all vacant units back into utility.

a new dialect for every weather,
stripped of all diphthongs and silent letters.

silent letters.

book of beasts

you will beg for the army.
make your pitch as you're leaving.

they bashed in your head for a pack of cigarettes but
you are looking younger from the trainers upwards

you will beg for the army.

he said,
amenities and luxuries
never meant that much 2 me

consider the ant, consider the bee.
forget your centre of gravity and
throw yourself at the lion's feet,

take your cue from the book of beasts.