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What you do not see is not necessarily not there

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What you do not see is not necessarily not there


Take out the caked grimy faucet plug

Let those unseen crawlies dive and duck

                                      under the rust-ridden slime

               stuck to phlegm and saliva globs

        dried blood and flaky semen

               shot through with crap


      The seen and the unseeable

      The sane and the goneforsaken


This glob of virus    a syruppy eggdash

                got rid of in a hurry

                                       close your thoughts

   to the raw genital-******l whiff of public lavatories

           the brothel closets’ stained sticky sheets


  the stink and the dirt and the stinging hell

                                                 that comes from under







   all stuffed with fizzing

                       fuming water

                      cloacal wind

             and the aftershave lotion


Nothing that wouldn't burn forever

      when we all disappear




Even if you slow your rhythm down to a stilled beat

                                                                                   at rest

    haven't you heard your blood

                  coursing through in a reckless lickety-split

       past the pinned ear in the pillow


The silence of the hour


  your pulse down to a twenty-five or thirty


cutaway from the clatterbanging engine within








                      beating a frenzied time

        racing round and round in a cataclysmic din


Whoever jams it all from the eye

          hears its thunderous roar in the cells

The cells that slither 


        and ooze

                                                     acidic enzymes

      down the washes of stuffed putrefying canals


This the great manufacturer

                                       of what oozes in lethean sewers



cell into cells

                  in the coursing blood

    the car jams

                     the myriad alleyway mazes of city cells




                                              valves that stop


                   white-red corpuscles


In the city's centre is the heartless pulsing leviathan

      and through the aorta highway


    everybody alights on a wc cuvette

                                                            and back

  through the ventricles   

       the carnival parade of



                                      spittle and slime


Die City

    Die like bodies

                                    and empires

        disease-clogged sewers

                                       funding plagues



What is left from afar

             is a clouded-over scorched patch

    fossilised cellular forms under the microscope


Who cares after a thousand billion years

What went on during a trillion light years


I care You care We care

Do All ALL care


© T. Wignesan, Paris, 1986 – 87. Rev. 2012 (from the collection : longhand notes : a binding of poems, 1999).

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