What We Don't Like to Eat

ITERLOGUE (3

Drive or be driven along
grievance repeated,
do target detail between
apples on shoulders

Feel scream run through
body silence that anyone
can have by accident

Protest ready at hand
distributes ungainly order
for all disparity

A group like dirt truck
heavy on each other’s back,
huddling under flag raised
in a gleam forgotten

A-NUBE-5

ITERLOGUE (2

Framed need or wrinkled
wish that cannot be fulfilled

In the long run only pause
while existence has never

been more than dread good
getting used to static before

a transformation confused
with bushes leaves no trace

in the wind-ruffled prints of
bare feet and legs outstretched

on the move dumping facts
that give the impression of

a spacious landscape in the
windows hazy from smoke

while in reality air itself is
a forest of fading barriers

built up with transmitters
tempting manifold forms

determined to go by instinct
to judge demand returning

from a nearby market feeling
impossible attempt made

at communication during
torrent from book still closed

Jefi in a Jiffy

ITERLOGUE (1

Seeing eyes of screen which erupt
at regular intervals on command

Snatches of monotone humming
path to impediment flanked by

crutches at the back of an unlit room
Burning half darkness shows issue

spotted with mold as though the
structure had been broken and

resealed under vague threat
of a single point just beyond

AWASH