the wedding on heart hill


                The old ones sit at the
          back with a single scotch,
          the dreaded snapped rainbows in
          the warped glass move behind them
          in a glitter ball kissshock of
          foamed pop

                In the car on the way, the tower
                blocks were Fags, stubbed into
                coalstacks of sun

                And up the stairs, chewing gum,
                birds with big tits drank Dark
                spirit and spit.


           Strings fade in —

                Quantifying movement:

            Sparks of colour
                            spray

            into moonmist and
                           bleach


          A mute doll deranged From death
          Circles a pustule of birth

          DISCONNECTED MEMBRANE JUTTING
          IN THE SPLIT SCREEN NIGHT

          FREEZING OVER TRAILS
          OF SMEARED STARS


           Wavescapes and blankets of diffused
                               bulbs rollick a scalded kiss
                               In the boiled night

               strings fade out —



              Moonspit and sun muck flooding over the streets

                       agate waves throb in the
                     dimmed light

              the flickering bleachers thump
              In the powdery dusklamps

              14 yr old magenta dissolves in rain

              Argent balustrades thrust upwards
              Into the cunt of dripping night

              Jigsaws of ice spliced with polished knives

              Glitterated talons of the tin foil mouth


    Strings fade in

              DISCONNECTEd MEMBRANE JUTTING
              IN THE SPLIT SCREEN NIGHT