THIS IS HOW IT STARTED AND THIS IS HOW IT WILL END
ben brooks
Too far to fall now never say never but the men at the bottom look more hyena than wolfmother say never quite right but always there they are all willing this I hear voice roll drum roll hand hit faceplant “This way” sign provoking otherworldly gospel of heroine and cement into immortalization amber smoke it down drink it down your parents know what is best and they will hold to the guns they found under your bed when you were twelve and were yet to fuck anyone but were willing to fuck most things fuck the man, the supermarkets and the banks embrace poverty and the plough now you are looking to dirty paper boxes day job night job money and a flat even if God is no longer lingering over gold leaf biblical something out there never pray pray pray we cannot sleep eat drink drive yet wait for his return wait for the bear, the bear and his claws, the bear and his claws and his stubborn swimming style “won’t drown now darling” damp paws around your waist feeling jilted jaded television broken radio on top of all of this your autonomy is threatening to leave “Nothing left for me” you let it go and leave you concrete base four more thin nooses and five less cigarettes say “not yet” and feed on the mould in the cupboard say “here” and pull a woolsack over his muzzle do not say nothing rake eyes from skull-craters never too late to grow up sit down be quiet the game is up and the blue cars are running, ill-equipped for wine rivers or relativity finally sense in the form of a pubic beard and a Socratic tongue you keep speaking and other things stop things never stop anymore the fish are always fishing and the Inuit watches helpless tiger in a mesh cage house this is ending here.
Ben Brooks
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Wind-up Chronicle
Haruki Murakami