Nigel Lesmoir-Gordon Poet Concrete

Rubbishness

Imploding organs whistle smaller that the day of crimes
That time recorded
PRISON RAT – 
                         Reflect a moving shade.
Chimneys melt like wax imagined moonlight rooves
CRACK THE SKY –
                          Emulsion’s vestibules!
The theme dissolves a strip of light I lick
And trim the flights of high electric bulbs – 
The word an insane caption each man traps:
                           Release one prisoner per line!
In words the choosing starts to loose
What rubbish I have hidden:
                            I am the pauses
                            In the yellow silken dust
Not sinking not swimming
Alive in the light
                             To my ears to my eyes
                             To my hands to my mind:
SIX MILLION TONS OF LOVE
Sperm a feast
While men who walk in circles through the stars
                              Blow passion
A bottle high upon the shelf
The bouncing summit floods inspire
The hanging man to take the moment
                               To the glass
AND NEVER TURN THE BACK

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