air

hot hot cool

electrics, tricks

tick, tick, trickle

heat wavers, waves

stop. And restart

farts

old and out of date

but

aren’t we all

electric-powered today?

renewable future

our fate

fill fill the landfill

juice

running down my arm

gasp- scruffle- snip

catch, latch, snatch

from air, from light, from surge-bright

water push push

show the way

if you can-can

dance

save it

for a rainy day

say, can’t that

precipitation generate?

Oh don’t stop or

curtail

our splendid, slipshod, spendy ways

pump your pool

reverse cycle, hum, vibrate

rave

it’s only

the hot hot cool

you crave

more power, more power, power on

never never off, no loss

no, no, nooo not gonna

break

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Caged light

caged sunlight

I was desperate

for another start

to bleed through

and renew

my contract with life

lizards flick

at the corners

of my vision

not quite snakes

but shedding something

a tail, a skin, a bad memory

an addiction, and

the crows call my name

when I pass

beneath the trees

another day forced awake

to meet desires

shucked off

like shoes

like socks

like trauma

like the stumps of his fingers

which set off a gleam of

peculiar-memory

wanting to remove

one digit

trim the top-third

of my ring finger

maybe I was crazier

than I ever knew

bleed out

grow

don’t forget

to

move through

weird-warm pockets of air

on the headland

is it

enlightenment, also?

Aurora

remember emerald grass

and the hot sky zinging

above a field laid out

to the left of a train line

a cloth unfurled

that curls to a valley

steep-walled with bergs

feels like the bluegreen ocean

in that it’s hard to know

whether the strongest desire

is to be in it, or observe

back once again

emotions shot through with

brine-cool air from outside

the world full of birds

and vines across the window

like it’s been a hundred years