If the living are still here
it will find and add them to the census
which you’ll find filed down by the past.
it’s only a story and the detention
of its I they recommend indefinite.
or machines powered by calories
the irrelevance of numbers.
The more life a thing has, the less it can defend itself
in the subject is part of him,
at the dead postures of accident,
their homes, their stuff
looked at them also. A rubber sandal. Plates.
A white surrender. The ulcerous Aleppo button.
The leather casing of a face, dented
like a football. Invert skin continues
the body beyond the fingertips,
at Sanctuary in Covent Garden.
entry points for basic information on the body.
bodies assembled properties
with industrial uses, so we can belong
to the logic of mechanized labour even
as deep into this study as
I am from a mass movement.
and in clouds
a treachery of movers looks just elemental,
dust returning through fire to its resting.
To avoid the pent-house the Saracens
shot straight up into the clouds,
their darts fall back on top of them,
their bodies, houses that move
now only language.
a child at cross-purposes heading the other way
in shredded lettuce, dressed sort of uh aioli.
slay them in pleasure parks and places of recreation;
Read James Nixon’s bio here.