`i can get it in six minutes'
It stinks of mold
Too fierce to grow
Of mildewed pride
d**h and hope
Bromide
Metabolised
Dumarier dust
Doctor's orders
And arthritic
Abeyance
Pads chirp
Under finger
Touch
Unleavened tongue
Rotates
Dot matrix cataracts
Blink into being
Arithmetic excess
And i fly
Legs like springs
Raving playthings
Wound compliant
By fright and
Forever-bound
Trances of triumph
Worthy tyranny
High stepping
Daylight anthem
Blackbird deranged
Morning ecstasy
Crests, rolling fingers, stick
Hits of rage
Float green
Over k-mart kicks
Stuffed snug:
Two-ply thrift
Spasmodic leaks
And my mind's
A laughing
Fit
Life drum counter-feits a
Tetched metronome
To half-mad tempo
I stride break-beat
Marziale
bu*terfly lesions
Alight giant
Staples
Ignore
Incandescence;
Fatal oath to
Split frantic
The course grows
Steep and xanthic
Azure archway
Fume
Sanguine london
Breath comes
From
Miser
Compa**ion:
Blood-soaked
And barbed
Machine chirps
Digital cheer:
.46 miles/3:00 minutes
Blackbirds guzzle
Crimson fog
It tastes of
Zambezi
And flows
Free like
Song