Moira Williams: Electric Sweat

Crystal Dragon Claws bite into mountain.

Mountain.

Mountain vaporizes, surging wings into grasses, fences, wattled and smeared with lines, green snakes hold up skies, conjure up woes.

 

Propellers sluice our breaths.

 

Slate black jetted points consecrate nature’s eardrum. Sound vanishes, briefing circadian rhythms on dense speed

S  E  X  Y  hip hip hip hooray hip   hip   whoo  r h a y

 

bodies                                     stranded                               propeller                            heads

hypnotizing

self

mesmerizing.

LUNCH: Defensive Spines

2 PARTIES: Sun Shade

Stay Go

Go

Go

Invite a  friend  for  a  go,  for  a  walk,  a  walk  about  near  and  far, about  turning  around  round  a  walk  about  moving  in  heavy  unison dragging fingertips dredging clouds gracefully, about pushing  clouds  about  mining  sky  about  holding  air  holding  hands  standing  back  to  back,  face. to.  face.

eyetoeye.

Even better.

 

 

Shoulder to shoulder in accord picking Lan-O-line.

To.

About.

trespassing

Breathing sky

 

Electric sweat.

Hmmm heather hmmm heath hmmm mined land

mined sky  for  land for washers and blow dryers toasted bits and knotted runes.

Electric sweat.

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