River to road

road to river

breathing out

breathing in

water flows from mouth

from skin.

You are omnipotent

caught in the complex

of an angled glance

heart dissolves it’s salt blood

drops its curds on after dinner plate

laced  with friandise.

 

Tout seul dans la bouche d’un rêve.

 

Intermittent spinning

flushed reminiscence

chimes church bells theme

black cloister, white ribbon,

varnished green combusted

bone to dust,

but in-between

wild bubbling of corruption.

Road to river

river to road

view from your window

speaks of opulent buntings,

one step the steely whiteness

of sophistication:

I bleed briefly on designer footstool

designated for swift execution

kick back hard to hear

in China.

 

Tout seul dans un été si fois, dans ma bouche un gout de sel.

 

There was water

in our touch

it flooded our eyeballs

made us cry like bats

high whisper of unformed sound

Miracles happen nightly

road to river river to road

each one a rudimentary

artwork of expression

breathing through gills

flickering with coloured scales

until we are airtight wrapped in clingfilm

under investigation   the blood spills

unable to contain it’s salt taste

in the mouth of a dream.

 

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