Word one:
Interruption.
Black backed spatter
on an otherwise pearlescent.
Brandishing sentiment,
flourishing pardons.
Acceptance.
Excusal.
Piles upon piles.
Rocky death mounds,
broken clutters,
green between,
pushing aside the shadow
displacing the earth.
Vibrational
winding instability.
Leading all the way.
Viney dice clutches,
table top summit
turned over.
Awkward caresses,
hysterical bleeding
phosphorous.
Stringy and committed.
Detectable in conspiracy.
A fallen elephant
in an empty room.
Murder murmurers
in concentric circulars
orbiting glandular pedants.
Washed morning sunshine
due a retraction.
Blistered in epigram.
Analogue machine talk.
Utterance of distant glimmerings
unspoken.
Reversal.
Mind mouth filter
caging the spiral dynamic,
fostering the dawning
melee appendages.
Dancing indirect,
meant and seen,
stuttering hesitance
for consistency.
Blues-band back-bone,
sudden speckle flecked image
from a far.
Blonde edged,
twisted inward.
Central.
The flight of the lower levels,
buzzing humming,
pollinated,
around my head;
a dancing
unanimous.
Weaving me in baskets.
Privacy indeterminate.
Fence leaner
denying icons
forbidden.
Sleights and scratches in the cold dead ground.
Ashes,
Embered and renewed.
Mothy feather-red balloon ride.
Taken to the skies.
A difference.
Power replacement
adapted,
deepened,
hissing in static
door opening reassurance,
denied.
Muddied leaves,
bud and rot
togetherly.
A way
away
always.
Hauled,
halted
and reset.
Greg Fiddament
Illustration Nick Victor