Changing The Guard

titanium rims spin supersonic
watch from gripping centre
take this one back, one for new policy

obsidian black bomb
slung beneath a teradactyl
plastic urgencies shine
Want swoops, want mud-flats to wake up,
as books bought or a large pine bed
for all the random sex I could never find

son of a gun with pearl handles
move shell across country
fish scales gleam shoals race up-stream
re-construct wordy frameworks
smoke from necrophage, sneck of spade
on ear-shells re-turned to grave air
try translating configurations by climbing hills
slate roofs of terraced houses, cloud-smudged
sweep of rain against eyes
from this close, mists hold promise of release
smoke lines blown, eyes water
stubborn asymetries, grey vertex nets
that I faithfully tend
hoping, as herring boats fish deserted seas,
for nets weighted with shimmering idylls

flies in amber, awaiting a scientists hand to re-invigorate
lizard hegemonies, fire

pour myself slowly over ice-cubes in tall glasses
melt gently, agree to a cocktail of rare ice
grenadine glades, melon liquor leaves
bask shallows, watch others nip at insects
join refracted lines with heliotrope eye-spin undertow to nose-head,
unison: playfully flipper bodies, mine against hers