twin neck discovery

kill your mother
with an old-fashioned telephone box
London 1965
raise it high the river roars
listen
listen

watch her agog as she descends
bit by bit into the slabs

helicopters everywhere
swat them you fuck keep going
drive her down

you are The Hulk things like this do not concern you
leave just the top of her head exposed
so that as people pass
on their way to the palace
they might polish their shoes
on her hair
dry as voices of autumn sage

everyone's hair is on fire
this is a wild place
fools everywhere
setting light to each other

I myself am now a camel
drowning slow in all the old places

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