MACGREGOR AT THE ORIFICE

c 2009 Tristan Winter

Whose the barbican how goes the greeting

Have you beaten oblivion today

            Behind us the glare of the vast plains of feet

            Stamping for their medication

Around us within we know only this

            Eternally reeling Great War of Windows

Off we go

Here songbirds here raptors

Sun sparking ocelots

Of remorse and move it

            And where is the one awaiting the one

With the secret powers of visiblity

A bijou globe a blizzard dazzling

Infinitely accented insults

            A leaping hydra feast of pity

            Souvenir brain burning in darkness

Shooting up hairs and cops all over

            Fear that it might not stop at this

O do come in forgive the mess

Meanings to the abattoir

Paintings to the vaults

Glands brightly wrapped the gleaming

            Sons and bitches lining up to ride

The alimentary love canal

Acidbath skies

The inclinometer rolls the

            Writhing winds the coughing stars

            Gas hooray let’s make bubbles

Shuddering through the slurping taunts of seas

            So long and it was all mostly not

Sing advance be told be named

Bring only what you can carry

Forever now

            This is no voyage

There are no shores