Journey

Past sentient city rush
and the seemingly stained
concrete
tube
sewer tunnel
horse power
cold cough
day break

HOWL

and an old man
crawling
from the wreckage

push-powder
concave
breasted

run, run, run
and dissolving
shadow land
spectres

I have not met you

i have not met you
like some slovenly dash my head against the wall
cutting up scenes
in a dark, harsh black and white screaming
animal world

is this not howl?
cast faces to the wind
and unfold
in a rush of blood-stained
silent film

depth-charge
time bombed
explosion

that scrapes back to patina
in a frenzy of flash-danced innocent first-love world