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The work left undone by
bedtime digs at my
caged cavity

planting seeds of lava
and the spat simmer
of volcanos hammering away

the haptic labour
of debt and deadline
crisscross the capillaries

in planetary faces
face value to the drunk
means nothing
but a chance for
checking coat pockets,
hat pickets and the paid packet

we shall not be told but
we shall place our bombs
of love in diplomatic opportunism

though somewhere adjacent
to these perimeters there'll
be denied resolutions
swallowed by sleep

a surfeit of parameters
an obloquy of partiality
a choice between delayed
gratification of soft refusal
or slow abandonment
until you find low rent
utopia

and we can meet on the outside
somewhere where you or I work
and where I'll never have to hear
"thankyou" again as forgery for
exhausted rage