bring your own punctuation

Bring your own punctuation

Aqua pack your lungs with syntax
the season is upon us,
the editors under their desks
faces blot covered with jotter pads
and in-trays and ambition.

Line up your marbles,
let those olives you love
languish in some chilli oil
and then maybe the flesh will have
some sort of saviour flavour.

Now the exclamation is thrumming
the sheep blood on my feet,
those Blackpool Penelope’s
are but signposts to the common,
meep meep you text your brain messages
onto white pages.

Colon grow your own grass
shit out perma cultures
bio yoghurts
handbooks,
sharpen your pencil against the mast
or else your penis
with its blunt end sagging
and the root all bringing back blood.

When you hold those scissors
think of edit,
see the sections suspended
like cubed questions.
Your pupils on this line
are the ideal kind of ending.