Amongst aerial strings, you tore
between teeth lining and ephemera

like when we played as small children.
And all I asked for back was one second

of still to remain instead of stung
skin and wilting flowers tearing away

at happiness like thirty seconds of conversation
and twelve hours flying through slow-moving

flares, drawing away years, until all that
lagged behind was burning inside you,

a body worn like a solitary costume
left behind in a dress up box, somehow

forgotten about, sprung out suddenly
and shattering careful considerations

placed down by the foundations,
under ground and beside one another.

the way which you described an egg,

discarded by the roadside. Odd shapes

and helmets reflected comatose diabetics

as actuality sat down to count the black from the white

heavily, it weighed him like a newborn baby, crying

and asking which direction to go in.

Down the tunnel and seconds later, fifty-seven

iguanas paddled hurriedly, befriending polar bears

for some transient purpose, whereby their

exceptional trunks could be made out

for such unruly behaviour.

It was like watching parallel parking, half-eaten Mars bars

in each hand, ego-centrically the water formed between us

and I found myself starting to wonder if membranes and

sentences had started to verbalise, just like the centres

in rainbows.

inside the surface, of smiling faces
views exploded in, left to right

captured angles, raced back in slow

motion waiting for imperfection of

dispossessing, seeking pleasure through
extraction, crossing depths in ultimate

distraction, as you asked for more than you’re
worth, the petals of flowers idly contracted.