Maxima June

Terror is created by those who love neither darkness or light
but stand in the falsehood of the universe hanging only one taste
the way gravity can shatter a fever without a given bullet
the moorish parade of flags that drip within a faceless world
and a muse and a virus is hurled through the air from the vengeance of a mouth
and how easily hybrids get bent out of shape

Soft meandering blade cutting into deadened sun
inversed until it wakes in the latent fury of a scented grave
hell is drummed until we believe in another’s heaven
the creeds of humour burst all satellites without pain
and the figurines of last boxers and ballerinas have no silhouettes
and crucial flames denounce from time departing always

In the spindle of a bloody crowding pain that knows only peace
dusty pearls in the eyes of iris black become eager syllables
from when mammals no longer remember the easy quiet shadow
so the uneasy emerging harlequin without mind
where repose dose my knowledge of harm to another
i want the oasis to be a summer and the winter to be a colder cheer

My brothers and un-bound sisters
i can count the continuum scream if you fly
but don’t get pious at coffee time
all I really know is what you get
and we know that the pill aint the one
just made a beer split with a day

So our hearts can see what is truly cold what is truly beyond ourselves
because we do not know this bliss we do not know this place
so do not tear us with flesh we have minds these too made from true humans
to the point that we need to harness so that: we are not just re-actant animals
that we have been before
air hating, people bitching /but at least : talking without killing


is Raoul Moat in a boat. His first words were ‘Newky Brown’. As well as being our most prolific writer, René also creates graphic art, paintings and screenplays.

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