the sun moves sideways across the white horizon the ice creaks and crackles like my rheumatic joints do the Kolchak dada dada dada dada dada dada supreme leader big cheese the frosty fields tremble the wind falls to its knees limb from limb from limb prick from pelvis from limb mobilise the gallows limbs flung from pogrom hymn dada dada dada dada dada dada torn from arm from limb from claw from hand from limb from paw from crippled limb from psalm from stump from leg dada dada dada dada dada dada ideal, ideal, ideal knowledge, knowledge, knowledge boomboom, boomboom, boomboom let's take a page from the fishfacebook and paste it in the Omsk Gazette let's take a page from the big shots of Tokyo who choked the Amur River with Nanai flesh ideal, ideal, ideal knowledge, knowledge, knowledge boomboom, boomboom, boomboom we'll burn down some cute village and sit around the fire we'll hang the population for lack of barbed wire carts full of bodies and bolsh sent to Ataman Annenkov the admirable admiral loves you so perform love's labour or labour's love to put out a manifesto you must want: ABC to fulminate against 1, 2, 3 you must never go behind the guardhouse walls where winter lamb and pork carcasses hide in human skin where tongues are sliced and eyes are gouged to preserve the system and rule of ting tang walla walla bing bang oo ee oo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang do the Kolchak i'm feeling that goon feeling that goon raise the sack to eclipse the moon i'm drinking that red red goon or maybe that white white goon raise the sack to eclipse the moon fucking dance don't stop and think grind the gears drain the drink fucking dance don't stop to think thaw this fucking frozen wind

a drift of pigs slides along the sidewalk a wake of buzzards falls into the sea a national guard found my father but i'll never let the pigs find me pack a bag Quetta shrinks behind me i loved you i miss you the boat floats the sky shines end of scene end of scene the sky's light fades to black i've been dropping pebbles into the ocean now the ocean's raging back an approaching flag blended through the blue a young man from Iran seemed to know where we went to... ...the Manus Island pigs aimed right at his head why must this be true? Reza Berati's dead

hear the mirror talking back at you feel the bright white tubes buzz through the walls to light the porcelain see the view from the windowless walls man, it's sterile the walls close in i cannot blink my teeth fall out and i don't even think there's a bomb i've got to defuse there's two men in red who want me dead and in a black sack then they'll booze and booze until the moon falls from the ceiling the walls close in i cannot blink my teeth fall out and i don't even think

I wish the juices to stop pumping I wish the birches to bend I wish the walls to stop thumping I wish no sex were a trend there she twirls hovering before my eyes with a knife in her hair reaching upwards for the skies of the room yes, I’ve been watching German porno through a wine glass as ghosts flow from my shrinking cigarette they find themselves pancaked against the ceiling humming bass lines into a cassette bloodstream is black and blue bloodstream is me and you vein the candle, melting wax mud seeps through the injected cracks the kids in the room above mine won’t stop squealing tonight the kids on the moon above shine and flicker in bipolar light emptiness is a price one has to pay for their years of open eyes see a statue made of clay see its eyes there’s vomit on the tiles of the shower it hardens underneath my shadow’s sway it’s red as any pulpy harpooned ankle it’s dead as any statue made of clay I’d like to be less cold I’d like not to grow old I’d like to smell the grass several feet above my rotting mass 29 nails in my box 29 lovers by the bay 29 songs flow through the air just one body ready to sail away