THE CONVERGENCE POINT

research suggests 

this may become a trend 

so let’s go out at night 

and bring it to an end 

covering tracks 

faking death

no corresponding or identical parts

prevention of lessons learned

From the animal kingdom 

perhaps this comfort

is ruining everything 

and breeding this impatience

living between the walls 

manifesting expectancy

making sounds no one else hears

so let’s give it our last morsel

then surely it will be appeased 

the city and digestive tract 

staring into one another

a self-replicating flesh

a self-emulsifying wall

 

hey fatso 

envision the splendour of the chariots upon it

 

never really alive

too heavy to move

therefore the obvious

rarely interacts with its vessels:

adventure, entertainment

the subcutaneous layer 

you righted the ship

but the water 

or whatever this liquid is

has since curdled 

 

start things afresh 

by analysing each other

for early signs of detection

the retarding of days

the back of the cupboard

 

You have never left your body 

on a displaced beach

after the night’s tincture

the east wind brings forth moths  

overpowering birds

assuming their form 

 

now it has mouths

and the cold convenience of our softness 

weeps out of our sockets 

uses mattresses as vials

overfills our pockets

I left my heart 

in Zegema Beach 

my eyes abandoned their post

for a second

now fine paste amongst shifting sand   

 

wells of salt for markers    

how much more

can the rind yield 

does dragging my body 

count toward my allotment of days