Press When Illuminated

Death Commando devil's spoons across the cracked earth seeking a fix between dusk and light - it remains only to collect the forces which don't salivate on command. in the damp fork of the tree is a star which curdles milk at midnight like a little bird held in the palm that shoots up into a young man and leaves for home. a reflex without springs or wheels claw-like hands reaching out and out for the dark to end and wheels of light to roll across the ferocious littoral of silence. what can you hear beyond the silence? what can you see between the ball and lid? I suggest these notes and patterns are a measure of human worth. seeking the grace of a solar gesture you spin on the ball of the foot, avid with desire bite freshly into the skin as a splinter works its way inwards. but only you demonstrate, descending - tall as the sky, inserted into earth by the winds - your confusible traces, marital gesture, the red penis of the loved one. arm perpendicular to mine her code of justice is a white passport to the sunrise, mute and doting on the large details of death, the natural high of good and evil - devil's spoons across the cracked earth tall as the sky, inserted into earth by the winds; a reflex without springs or wheels like a little bird held in the palm in whom I am called the third eye.Totton, Nick is the author of 'Press When Illuminated' with ISBN 9781844710393 and ISBN 1844710394.