corporeal shrapnel 1986

Sugared tennis racket, locus for foot, squashed chuddi ovoid, faded, exploded, a crowd gathers round a billboard, live verts, metastases of hope, sickness in a closed set, skin inflates, falls clean from muscle, spectacle, decaying fume vert, stifled giggles, hoary nano, fine, wiry, spumes from lockjaws face, paisley patterns, she explodes almost suddenly into an expected red mist, corporeal shrapnel bounces against the surface, pierces the man, now running an autonomous prog the bone shards burrow into his screams, a beautiful spurting plume of bright blue nano and dark sticky reds, a carapace of diseased verts form, eating the scenery, a gensect carrying his national insurance number ejects through the remnants of an eye socket, glistening with eye-jelly its wings unfurl, makes its way to some official place, vert finally shuts down, a moment of billboard black, itching dispersal, flickers into sand, crystal blue sea, a bogeyman resting limp on a rope, the overreaching narrative…