Wattage #9
Adroitly, in amnesia
full of colour. Lungs carve away at
meaning with aimless levy.
Brash winds rise on
the breathe of your name.
Technique glibly muscles tongues left ashore.
Old men suddenly thrust their arms into ash.
Torrents of agriculture, the habitual
music of autumn's thigh forever in silhouette.
The jackboot of astrology is universal,
anonymous. It crisply shatters ubiquity in
soft machine form. Every exit concealed by silver,
impossible to imagine with wings.
Taking the Brim
full of colour. Lungs carve away at
meaning with aimless levy.
Brash winds rise on
the breathe of your name.
Technique glibly muscles tongues left ashore.
Old men suddenly thrust their arms into ash.
Torrents of agriculture, the habitual
music of autumn's thigh forever in silhouette.
The jackboot of astrology is universal,
anonymous. It crisply shatters ubiquity in
soft machine form. Every exit concealed by silver,
impossible to imagine with wings.
Taking the Brim