late modernist throat f...

Man on the street, beneath my window, taut skin, bespectacled bone with leather, his mouth moves words into a console, graphical boundaries, stone poetry, a mock-up of a music hall comedian screams under the tranquil bridge, a fashion subconscious emerges from the image, comedian dissolving, fades, in the ribcage of 19th century beams, a gathering of guts, songs sing songs, bloated face rebellion, fat and electric, fades up, man on the street still there, a vicar sprouting from the bad-ones’ fundament, hells mouth gapes, political scenes stage spontaneous combustions, literature, faded hillocks, lichen spotted stone, the narrator sips at his liquor, dissolves…