this dream
these places
major fantasy
we embrace
power anywhere
you imbibe
they are meat
dreams
a casual
acceptance
but
here we are
scary
all
drunk as well
rename
language changes power
doesn’t
the world becomes all much
the same
sober actuality
that ugliest thing
decrepit
fantasies
luminous appraisal
some times rawness not enough
part how
falsifying the world really
but how
especially
when engaged
and doing done done
that’s
like anything
we come to the algae on the lake
dear old sun
dear old sky
things
are back
all day
then
listen
they don’t OK it’s
mainly some days
really
here
look yes stare if you have to
fantasise
is
called utopian ‘s could
call fantasy is difficult
will remain
knotted
up the sun blinds will be
fantasy ‘s
so much easier
help us
just the mulch
silence
the search for origins
accusatory
fantasy
We could talk
Collective Action
some business with
memory here
our friends the poets burning
past the
chapel
opened
to meet & talk
inside only that head thy golden head
oil & guilt
move
on and act
at the heart wound
what is actually
no
other people
it’s writing or
rioting
do it right now
all
uneasily claiming
strict
dispensation
that jewelled mask
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