A Wave, Tipping Over

I am empty

Listen
to the plan:

"All red teams
for take off
are sent."

On telephone,
"Get as far away
as you can!
Now!"

No emergency reprieve.

Anthematic introduction
of a wheel

Opening fast
black tubular
1928 bicycle rubber

We're going
to take back
With the non-
denominationally inoffensive slogan,
'With the, 'Hope of Tomorrow',
on our side'.

Rows of floral tributes
shaped with a white rose
icing, trimmed
into pedestals
that barrier the streets

to

The plush felts
of slightly bruised rose
petals strewn along
the highway
in the specific want
of a better death

Unable to think
I am empty

In the abandoned carnival's
haunted hall of mirrors,
Busted dirty glass
old dried blood
dust bone dry
interior chambers
of long since
dead now
people's syringes
ghost train green
charcoal stains
from where
one night
were projected
upward
real flames
glowing light up eyes
and black elastic
dangling spiders
and bats
that,
really, touch
your head.

Throwing multi-coloured confetti.
Eating multi-coloured popcorn balls on sticks.
Back, amongst the toothbrush pen trees,
and shaving razors, dragging,
dripping the red ink,
upon every morning's
after shower shave's
daily diary's
page,
page,
undelete.
Error.
Undeletable.

The electronique
instinct

self destruct is de-rigeur

Page delete.

Loading up.

A session's worth
of ink-filled,
gold nib-tipped
fountain pen cartridges
into as many
magazines with
a 3500 round
per second capacity
as conceivably available,
Just like the ones
we paid for and the military
have most definitely used
on disliked children.

With a 3500 round
per second
capacity

As the barrels
spin round
Freon cooled

Slugs aimed
at the undelete
repeat inverse
collection model
critiqued
frowned upon,
found forlorn,
and oblique,
by all,
free-thinking opponents
of,
'The inequitable
status, untenable
for the continuance
of all life
upon this planet'
model,
whereby,
the common man,
 is forced,
(through circumstance
such as
the rise
of the cost
of a tin
of baked beans
(and everything else)
to collect capital
to underwrite assets
of the inevitably,
extremely wealthy.
 
The continuance
of repetition

Hiding in the hay
soft corners of barns
sunlight filled skies
missing boards
from the roof
rafters of orange
red yellow sap stained
soaked timber beams
showing up the harsh,
black tusks of splinters

shadow strokes under
the bright white light
you guessed it

right
pointed
descending
like the lines
on the national
unhealthiness
register.

The unfinished line

On the grid graph
Hidden
in the pile
at the bottom
of the 
locked bottom
desk drawer,
filled
by
sunlight.

Like the curve
of a knife blade's edge.

A wave,
tipping over.

By anarcho-capitalist,
free economy
agrarian masses
en mass
demonstration

on repeat

In ever growing circles
with clenched fists
and slamming feet
aimed at the Aristocrats
with a pocket seated chihuahua
warming each
of their soft,
white
gloved hands in their bear
skin, wild ermine mink,
albino spotted quoll
and ring-tailed possum
pelt pockets.
Elasticized by
a newly developed
method patented by
The Koaw Corporation International
in 1973

That's enough of that,
Boom!

That's enough
of that,
'yeah'.

Hot water bottles
cradled by sides and stomach
with a chihuahua on either side
resting,
pressing,
their hot,
bare bellies.
One
across the soles
of the feet.

The worst words
you ever heard

Repeat in perpetuity
on repeat.

A friend's request
from
the single
still
standing
lily
of the valley

stood
in
an
immeasurable
expanse
of
darkness.