Summer, cooling, signifies
a difference in the ruling; Pi,
Planck, the uterus,
perturbations in behaviour.
Facts are short & useless
by themselves, a life-support
you stupid thesis, science
from belief— is
flavour, face to face
the ever ready mint
breathe, Winter breeze,
ground beneath the feet
each distance-darkening week.
my hollow heart, my hungers
unceasing seasonal change
this quickness comes the stars
purple black and gold white
cooling buildings outside
or the hugeness, high about,
expanding slow & simmering
then evenings Saving Daylight
paints fluorescent pastel blueness
and the hand has been forbidden
the chilled thin glass,
double Alpha meeting last
week, no pinot and no grass,
nor green the cold in lager
phallic wrist in girth,
I keep the blunt unlit, sticks
that feeling, urge, my stealing;
our true age is not inside
the wombs Time will incubate
but into single beings
whole itself outside
the sheath words aspire to.
take her like the corkscrew.
from behind, I pull her hair
I cycle through the compass
side to side, down, deep, shallow
when I come I grunt. animal.
months covered, the beard created mood,
enthusiasm. and history. the face in wind,
in shop window, raw and bright and fleshy
-cold in car window, old me, young face.
a cold basin ringside the week last
I left speckled with hair; bristles
in soap, and locks left on floor.
head and face scissor-cut hand fulls,
took it with me home and burnt
the perfumed fibres in brown
paper bag in outdoor brazier.
all week and final wander
following the chin crease,
high cheek, bone-highlights
in low contrast, impression
of strangers, determined as cloud,
substance of fog, near as humidity,
watched thoughts on jaw line,
quantity of grey hair
sun bleached in bag. first
look at myself with short hair
and no beard felt immediately
a need to return home, resume habit
& patterns concomitant shaved jawlines.
on bus, in supermarket, store of Indian
snack; in shades, ‘phones, playing clean
Brahms, Beethoven, contrasted yardage
embellished in Rap, on a towel, folded fat,
excited in new snap conditions of mouthpiece
busking, superior seal on a shaved mouth.
then rash, abrasion, oil loss, the wish
of having left it growing. real is several
severals, but nowhere like it was,
two or three a week, I wouldn’t
even do this once a month, copulate
in frenzied primal Taker holds;
the spread of grey—the exercise alone
this Vanity to Naturalness
is the warmth speeds Decay.