faux

marriages and mortgages,
and other domestic storms of false insurance,
are rigged to crash and burn.

there are more words spoken
that lie than tell truth.
the moment we start to utter
we are bound to abstract and distort.

never trust no one.
and if you have to gamble on the future,
be prepared to hedge your bets.

public transport transition 2

moisture in the atmosphere:
clouds will wet themselves.

cars makes waves in the air
as they roll at speeds.

scarred bus-stop perspex
rattles in its loose fittings.

streets are endless walls
without exits.

dirt thick drafts career through
mazes of terraced tunnels.

wind swept characters:
italic populations.

collidescope

a pink flaming optical illusion
a gushing motorway trauma
a bending spectacle
a roll of tissue

paper tearing colours
past closed window panes
past pools of mercury
and the furious patterns
turning red
in jupiter's mad eye

all the ways a thing can break
beginning with chips and cracks
then the falling shards of glass
and subatomic dominoes

the numbers collapsing
the breeze-blocks pirouetting
the bricks and the cells
caught in chandelier tornadoes

this is broken light
this is refraction