Hammerhand - Old Apparatus, Mowgli

stiff as a board

gold of a thousand mornings

spun in the yarn

chewing the grass

salt of the sea

forms glow neon

corpus callosum

doors open lotus

all in magnolia keys

loaded pellets

frozen kinetics

motion sensor down

no sense of ground

both legs are bound

umbrellas float lemmings

to sound high as the heavens

stitched to the floor

ball in a ball on a string

spinning orb on a whim

split to the atom

satis crushed mud in a balm

spat a satellite station in each breath

poured in the sink

picking lord of the chimps

sword in the shoulder

hawk in the wings

talk of the solar order

split coordinates

audience all called to the jinn

tied to a tether

invisible cord

remember being what you ain’t evolved into

pregnant with meaning

grey slopped in soup

paper bib to neck

white sheet to dribble on

call it channelled intercom

planet in a box

batteries included

pattern to confusion

in bullet points

pop it in a blender

static in a pot cum cup

to pull a tooth in

summer love

smuggled in a moth bitten suit

from the cupboard of dementia

remember screaming

please paint me the colour of adventure

paisley and white

like tunnels to the Mecca

see the threads loosen

where’d you get that?

animé armbands

my buttercup commodore

sunken in the manga

see you at the wit’s end

'til then

chip chop

click clack

clip clop

tin men

ship wrecked

cuddling the anchor

cupping the illusions

canderel

they call it dance to the gamelan

clasp of the hammerhand

last of the summer wine

you’re more than the sum of parts

son of ours

some say spun dry in sunshine panacea

fork tongue licks retina

call it thumb print of editor

Hermes' daughters

die and inherit the wind

lend me your skin

set me in fridge

hand me your limbs

swish, gargle and spit

lather and rinse

tear me a portal

or crumble remembering

half a second you’ll relive forever

as basket reaches delta

trip to milina

squeezed in a psilocybe beaker

and heat to melting

silence epitome of speaking

thief in a sheepskin blister

life’s ocean

crystal existence

time strolled in

hyper-enveloping

ever in awe

every synapse snaps relentless

sight of land on re-entry

enters to never leave

ever felt like the first born bird

looking at his shelled siblings?

sort of metaphysics

sort of meta fizzing in the cooking fat

of Gethsemane well wishers

she said never let lips betray author

it display order

picture frame drawer

cliff to bay faller

picture maim aura

flick the paint to hit

to fit the page corner

never live to see guys menopause

just squint and make smaller

unwrap round toy

profound joy

seeing plurals

or just sit and lay dormant

ticker tape falling

superluminal trick of the hand

simmering pans

sit and shit, puke

pray to the turtlehead

circus edge sword say

remember being red stained white sheet

denim lemon scenery

all prime colours mixed make grey though

little wiry play-doh arms

you’re one shade short of rainbow chard

cable car shard off pulley cord