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leaking across fields yellow cabs digging deep into earth at any moment earths crust cracks open, magma stares into blue sky, roots leaping away, bodies falling in space tangled with velocity sped rocks, black squirrels, gables, ford fiestas, hyacinth bushes staring into shriek, shriek

telegraph poles head somewhere else, clawing hands reach at the haze of a pale sky, geese straggled over motorway cafes, fake moralists burnt by the Happy Chef, breast-less women hang from flyovers, crazy horses in damp fields graze on dead foxes, the high bone where my car swerved by my own fair hand and sliced my limbs to lie over the hard chalk earth

fuse shivered fingers over fur-stepped shoulders sudden shakes cats don't miaow they bleat they get under your feet in hair fur clogs every corner and orifice you wake up at night chewing whiskers set in your face. This prison foursquare and you the keeper slopping out twice a day

Carry dirt in my trousers leak out across shadowy corners I worry that cave-ins might hamper escape that I'm stuck with a stiff-upper lip in a public school dorm under jerry guards that I salute to everyone but my own desires whereas I should be having tea with the the steel necked von, wearing white gloves or smoking gauloise and milking the cow as I make my way over the alps escaping into swiss cuckoo clock freedom tick tok tick tok tick tok