redolent memory

Stripes, salacious glance, cowed eyes feel up a soft hand, perfunctory greetings, feet slide on moulded concrete, blustered trees, broken branches dissolve, fade digitally into paving, private gardens hanker after a reality, gone, realised in other places where the verts don’t play, red lit streets, warnings, trenches filled with broken pipes and the empty vessels of consumertariat hunger, mono stop slaked in sky puss, dripping across the soft blues of its ident, mucus pools of nano, flinches, slopes off, bubbling with colour, corpo waste, exchanges of vert identity, lips flicker and scared in the stone wall, glossed with some cosmetic stick, pout and puckered, FX lingers and bleeds into the next vert, a gust of breath, redolent memory, green and sticky, triggers a brain shiver, five days now without… the vending place, loadout console with gps and silver, bread package plays a homely falsehood, cobbled sepia organacide, liquor and mixers, some Melbors… the dominating products play happy hour on the carrier plastics surface, nubile figures laugh it up, intoxicated verts, a seemingly glorious addiction follows me to my apartment…

fetish forskin bikes

Big breasted blue bottle cap distraction, fumery stink, pre-prepared canvas waiting to have its buttons pressed, a starved sense of choice, skinny children outnumbered, the gloomy optimism of the mall inhabited with reflective spods, copious flesh, the stomach hungry odour of coffee, perfumed orifices, nullified prodigy, suede head sport shirt silhouettes emerge into lambent corpo colours, the broken legs of a redhead, hard gash, gushing static downloadables, the universal package wilts under inspection, verts rush to predict, associations of choice, faint memory nodes, the completion of purchase… outside the desolate shipping lanes, idle thickly painted boats, scabs of rust bubble through, picked at by carrion nature and ruptured tarmac, illustrative fences seal off empty zones of security… alcohol, Melbors, chemical weaponry, romantic assaults on virtual surfaces….

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…