Exchangel

Don’t think because the tension is unbroken nothing’s happening.
The tension is unbroken nothing’s happening, though
Wilting flowers festoon the pocket chariot

Night dawdles, gentling its promise right
As rain she sighed, o phantom heart unrivalled
In the games to come the train is leaving, run

Moses, run! Back and forth along the aqua platform in slow motion
Serpentine bands of quartz brimming through that platform
No tickets for the drowning five blue hindrances

Are mine, all mine! Her winking eye will watch me watch
The girl in furs with naked admiration.
How often trees are situated outside.

Joy, knowing you has brought me, well, joy for one thing
Here in your method and later under lamplight
Awareness stroking fires in moistened pockets

While in my hand this passkey to interiors in Dutch paintings.
Little church, little church gone nightfishing.
Don’t think because the tension is unbroken nothing’s happening.

Hand me some crumbly relief, a coastal shelf
Where souls of men may pensive rest this volume or that wineglass.
Interrogate our likeness in the falling wave, that antique phrase

‘Taking a butcher’s’. Well take one, you take one, you go on, you
Take a whole peep. All of our time’s
Time in lieu, taking a leak on the Titanic

Let’s face it; the universe, unbroken tension, single set:
Nothing existing that isn’t it.
Isn’t it exciting

To cross the is and dot the ts on such full frontal prophecy?
This font will flood the nave and drown the vicar, choir and guests
And last but not least shoot the baby

Victorious

Into hyperspace