Game Show Box
opens itself Price crash Runs out the Blood Takes off the top of any standing
Sort of mucus leaves the Sky
some kind
Skin Floppy and slimy
What milk does when it cools Heavy on the spoon Chewy Breathe it in Awkward to
get rid of It was so hot yesterday!
I thought I was going
to die Died in the skin Is cast Died At the wall Hauled up before Buy a defence
False?
Judge for yourself
Rancour Anti personnel antique Anti personal Limit of End of a Head continues
Right to the end she was reading Her body's pulped Rites to Limits of
understanding Come here A light at the end of a Come hear Let me Waving and
wavering Let me compensate for this Imbalance That Which I feel This and That
The floor gets buckled on with rooms Earth surface patterned with Bits stuck
into Mush‑rooms in a virtual shade Sheltering trunks slipped out of the vault
they puncture
Tumble sky fall Can
distinguish our voices crying?
Each one of the dead
with its own Exemption from forgetfulness Bales of stripped human skin stacked
in sheds Hands and feet chopped before She shall have your Chronos is already
eating
Next time #2
Now's the time to
keep quiet as some keep jewels and private letters Passport Credit card To seek
others' quiet Press them Keep silent Out of vision Bow the head Victims nodding
assent at the executioner A dangerous time Following rules including engagement
To convenience Licking shit and naming it pleasure Copper age Seamless decay in
worked out minds Basking Crags assailable Playback voices from Equality of
recording Each stratum of equal value A system of classification system of
class Beads and images rolling Apart to be declared individual In aftershock of
unreported earthquake Gun goes off A corpse comes back as Management Worship of
ancestors Verbal tags Beeps of personal Mass folly Have they been told They
have entered data Do not enter A goat trots down a sticky road Wanting to
escape our steady pace Wanting the shade beyond a linked fence Turns repeatedly
to swelling hills and hesitates High hot sun on crosswires of the barrier Looks
back at us Eyes outcast Feet cleave almost dead grasses Trots A fox circling
the nettle patch Under the plum tree Brought there by others' bone scents
Trapped by lack of deductive logic
Next time #3
A finger in her mouth
A gestural cigarette A ring upon her finger Scent of poison Screams from
thickets in The churning stomach Multilegged the ground Milk teeth Blood teeth
So much darker than a cave or eyes Persistence of failing vision Light put out
put out again Doubled darkness and all the imprecision A coupled darkness With
what?
Unnamed An unknown
generating heat The only constant Towards infinity Don't bother me with these
things she says as she blows smoke
Next time #4
Bright yellow She is
stroking her lip Old End of a conversation Two blokes laughing as they bundle
out a door alert Spit brown and bubbly on the dry pavement Zip runs through the
lycra desert Tugs up Shuffles under gaudiness encasing her and walks Almost
sexy To herself
Next time #5
One fair-haired
cherubic face balloons Begins floating Belly spherical Antshape Baker's
confection Guided by backjets from tidy rounded buttocks Monkeys Leap and jump
to try to catch them Fill them with water Make them swell Onlookers are
shouting Puncture those bodies Stop them Seeding Saturn in the ascendant
Next time #6
A rocket A bomb A can
of beer Way the light catches Flames start to ivy the side of a shed Is that
all there is?
Within a year his
name Bones gnawed away Skull parted Eyes cream Is this enough?
I can easily give
more Relentless I am The boredom relieved by the boredom Emptiness honour Sing
me a song I can sleep to with security Honour my offer
Next time #7
Comfort a word for
people who run first Their limbs disingenuous Parakeets precipitated in the
asteroidal atmosphere That is There are birds in the tree And their feathers
are falling These birds which are parakeets Illustrative and exemplary if
patchily of early nineteenth century prosody It may be that the talking birds
flocking into an empty space in my fields of vision Cold and crisp A shrinking
planet Shrivelling A windfall in a dry spot
Next time #8
A blue strip of the
sea spreads into empty dark Smell of chips Fire and an An angel from the sky
Overweight Both of them Angel and sky A mouthful of electric light bulbs How do
I know this is my last train home?
Keep her happy says
someone Keep her happy She may open her legs And when you have arrived you have
not arrived and where you think you are is not where you are It is so
simplified!
Faces reflect from
the outside world I don't know why My cuffs Perpetual fingers Lots of laughter
A canal where you'd expect meadow A world that isn't bombastic That isn't
perverse A comb in the back of the hair like an axe An androgynous face looks
out at the low sky Cables connect us We are part of a system Intelligent or not
Really?
Rely on me
