with the pace of close hills
trees rough low
tops the profile of cauliflower heads
low white this cloud line
against a distant darker bluegrey
then
a low cut
sometime à la mode
fringe
looking out from under
then
a pastry funnel
ten mile away
coming down from the bluegrey raincloud
for a moment i though weather disaster
but it’s industry steam
then
well fuck me
an anus
then
a tear of metal blue
it’s the real
a white hammer in
didn’t know
whether to expect
the sickle
or the anvil
got the finger
then
coffee
chunnel
dark
then
golden bitter
death metal
that’s why i know
i’ll be back to live
presuming
then
you can tell
i want to close
this damn sequence down
can’t you