HABITUALISER

your roaming eye of fumigation

acts as a microwave 

rehearsing 

reheating the same meal

straddling a horse

made entirely from ringworm

a time spiral on a landmark prior 

I overeat on purpose

to transfer the visceral

take the weight off my mind  

resist the urge to talk this through

I don’t want the neighbours to see me asking 

dead animals 

if you played a role

seeing we are joined by work 

let’s co-manage a swamp

so whenever you speak 

I can go metres underground 

and if it’s anything new 

store it in an exquisite jar 

your presence makes me grateful 

for my skeleton 

wanting to cave itself in

like a collapsible house 

 

try not to notice something on top of the water

focus on the teamwork

But the wind is changing 

from the corner, social settings 

become the waste howling wilderness

neit

to cut costs 

you have been sleeping at a funeral parlour 

projecting your aura 

during the stagnancy between sprayings 

climb in the black bag 

and listen to what everyone’s saying

working your way up  

you’re now the janitor

fake your death to become the owner 

 

document it all in a diary

at the buffet swallow the key 

I am forced to recover it 

to get out of jail free 

I turned one hundred years old 

from the chicken you served 

it had eaten itself 

down to the ghost data conduits

ushers for the after-smell of rain

the obviousness of the walled-in city