Measured only in legacy units

Stilted Involution

In with a chance

The Inverted Fountain

White foam plumes

Over rocks where the parrot beak

Octopus beak

Smacks and sucks on each spouting burst

Where spiny pufferfish dart

And change their shape in alarm

A jewelled chicken’s foot clenches

Clasping nothing

In its final descent

Beneath the broad-banded waves

In a static rippling line

Unmoving before the whirling gale

Seaweed blanches and wilts

Purple wrack turns ghostly

Shrinking away from the dwindling rocks

As the night sea, turning tide,

Rolls away into the dark

And all the earth sinks back below.

The Swallower of Myriads

I am a dawn god.

Net-Unnut stands in a cascade of slats

A rainbow of dull shadows

The Four Blazing Flames

Of charcoal and ash

Ears arched into the soughing and silence

Listen for the burning of cornfields

A spindled arm stretches out

Like a sceptre from the Bark of Night

Reaches for the light-switch

Of electrified frost

That has burnt the green hedges grey

That has bleached the grey fields green

That has turned him into a drawing

Made decades before.

Its breath is fire.

I have reached the horizon as a great falcon

I have overcome my impediment in the horizon

I have saved myself from the slayers

The plumes tremble

As I am stablished on your head

The Lady of the Hour.

A silver eye slides down the black hill

That does not loom over your landscape

The uraeus makes firm your head

As eyes exchange the watery abyss

Where we are not sitting silently one last time.

I regard myself as a dawn god.

The iridescent ghost of Ubu haunts Yaverland

Photo by Elva Jones

Sade Vectensis

... the wight shall bugger-fuck us both ...

[found phrase, Juliette]