NEST

I.

the call comes over the scanner 

investigate the pillar 

behind the wind’s sweepings,

the cultch from the shoreline of presence

the imagination sees beyond what it should

up to my elbows in rotted wood

this is why I live alone with my axe  

man is the furthest thing from good 

II.

I am here for ambivalence 

copulation and non-consequence 

now I’m old with a broken back 

and layers of impediments 

sleeping behind a bin in increments 

reduced to a case of mistaken identity

a flamethrower committed to memory 

absorbed through the mind 

residue burns hotter over time

I work at Tomorrowland as an incendiary 

III.

managers giving birth to themselves is trending 

working longer not smarter 

to meet market demands 

a traveling hive infestation 

seeking eminence in forgotten lands 

forget your password 

you may be compromised 

direct debit the mutagen

cheaply crystalised