lullaby stones, the butterfly cluster & multiples of O
by Nathan Thompson
[ poetry - october 10 ]
lullaby stones
weak crystal revenge crawling up slowly
sleep music can meet you when wherever ah
your mouth closes between consciousness oblivion
to try harsh landscapes provocative psychodramas
zinc footprints trace radioactive perverse
not knowing any business stung spy swapped
tweedle and inventive come out of England
photograph negative arrested par-developed
can you know arms others around
conjoined rituals taking children created suns
sung back to the beginning your strange marvellous plexus
exegesis boulder eyes circle the twilight zone
the butterfly cluster
circulation mimeographed occult chemists
verb the suburbs rabbits whispering
once we are beyond psychology
the flowers of spring bloom innocently
shamelessly phenomenolising the world
with likenesses effecting astral change
unheard in its beautiful vacuum
the sun is singing into a crystal ball
flames light the paper spread for this purpose
to know things one day differ from intention
a concrete block crossed in water unmeasures words
multiples of O
how shall we enter the terms themselves conditional
hot rocks on a dead eye red with morning
open book teeth dusty ephemeral destitutions
collated returned unedited how a feeling looks
elbow in face outside you say what
rubbery buttocks on the idea of seed
yellow fields bruised with smoking
stone circles empty each the same perceived
cast before meaning melted from abortion
zygote qualified too much explained by
there has to be conducted steel water tight experiments
electricity snuck through whiskey beliefs expensive
you will not divorce transubstantiate argue
child turns child to stone withers on alternative
gospel magazine rack hieroglyphics
agreed casket credit debit we can afford
until tomorrow to be happy bishop-like
or at diagonals to alternatives playing
lucky in the wrong game planned cuts
planed away double helix the same
as love spread out sickly operations
silence sounding what we have let down
across the rain rubbed diamonds
across the what dubbed what
I really am yes yes if not
not worse remind me
concerning misplaced marble
tables scrubbed increasing
turning roll awake major umbilical
cadence out weeps unconfirmed anaesthetic
