We were going to live partly underground.
So much shot over powder: don’t say
‘cast me a steady toplit mountain’,
causing a volcano to erupt in Iceland
and ground all flights out of and into the UK.
Manifesto follows manifesto into a
multi-hued muddle. Patrons of desperate causes
have already thrown out the rest
and I am blue grey light brown blown broken.
My head was against the scalding yellow wall;
there were self-sufficient wild animals
in great numbers (elk, eagles, woodpeckers etc.)
and I wanted to tell you about my world.
Mists, dust. I wanted so much to tell you about that.