CBD SUAW #1

left foot right foot map these city streets map these heart strings strung out between crosswalks where memories were mad wait to be remembered mis-remembered dismembered pretended & patched over hide the cracks beneath veneers white clinical diagnostics muddied by time temporal soldiers fighting for synapse-space chase cloud linings silver singular sentient chasms of skyscrapers between here & where i used to love & all the boys in bands are in those skyscrapers hopes caged within steel walls & sales targets their eyes glazed over too tired to even dream where did all those punks go back to the 'burbs with two-point-one kids & saving for their own over-sold piece of land stolen in the first place sold again & again where did all those bright babies end up how i miss their smiles teeth slick with sex shining through the masses at the bar queuing for more more more of that elixir fashioned from libidinous weekday nights endless cracks of cue on eight-ball aim for the corner pocket pants the loser but now they're at brunch they're worried about gender very troubled by gender so frightened of gender most concerned by my refusal to fit so very very worried for my future which looks bright to me these worlds intersect honey into beaks sweeten the sting with a little prick pierce me with grace notes embellish me i want to be a shape-shifter show all my facets looking thru a prism fractal chord progression these streets have tortured me nurtured me betrayed me & protected me from all good things this sky-dome-canopy of eucalypts interrupted by concrete phalusses so tall renders me smaller than ever sneaky & subversive the sub-altern there are circuit boards of scars upon my flesh always already healing becoming both/and these gypsy feet are not restless here they ache only for home tread firmly upon the bitumen ways of finding imprinted on soles routes carved out when i was her the her before the cataclysm stay despite the effort to forget them somehow these feet take me back to before the forgetting before the regretting before the re-imagining before the un-moulding this clay/corpus takes so many forms never ever ever fits but bleeds out beyond bites back when contained never ever ever dormant rage sustains beast auto-woman words upon words chords upon chords hoards upon hoards of tangents follow me follow me thru the wardrobe doors into liminal space criminal place shifting sands trading hands where to next what to do how to love now that we have unpicked those stubborn stitched in ways of knowing now we must pulse beat wait for the next already coming impulse will they be gentle will they laugh lime flavoured melodies

second guessing

second by second
guessing
minute by minute
miles
hour by hour
hands

those little princes

they can get high and fall into the world
they can get bored and go and break a girl
little princes leave bruises
just because they can
they can get drunk and let their demons go
they can get lost and land a perfect blow
little princes leave bruises
to show that they're a man