Moira Williams: Electric Sweat
Crystal Dragon Claws bite into 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
LUNCH: Defensive Spines
2 PARTIES: Sun Shade
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.
Shoulder to shoulder in accord picking Lan-O-line.
Hmmm heather hmmm heath hmmm mined land
mined sky for land for washers and blow dryers toasted bits and knotted runes.