II  MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE

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A band on what?
Someone left, then
Continuity demands
A repeat

You breathe? Yes
Denise Riley and Cole
Ridge know this, go
Ing on very abrupt
Vertiginous
That's liable to make you chuck up
Or even yourself down
Somewhere pretty horrible
An epileptic pull
Out of the slightly normal rhythms
That stop us noticing

Oh, formalism
A strange hope
That there are
Only words
Sourced and sluiced
Run over rapids
Provide some kind of ground
Cropping up beneath

Never abandoned
Dwelt on by ghosts and delusions of being
Poor human presences
Gibbering through our withies
A band of unbanal
Memories and pains