Donald Britton 26 August 2016

(Tim Dlugos, Dennis Cooper, Donald Britton 1983, bottom image)

We sat around back
Lighting cigarettes
With last night's
Seduction,
     -Shot looking straight at,
     -Fast forwards- rewinds
     -Demanded-
     -Lost: cut jumped;
We arrived to find
Rooms already gone,
Buildings torn
Down, rebuilt,
     -Camera's lens and
     -Metal too Swiss made
     -Precise for
     -Obscura;
We stayed too late, made
Geometrical
Impressions,
Held our breaths,
     -Noon humidity
     -Wilted starched collars,
     -Soaked through stiff
     -Underwear;
We fell in, got stirred
Surfaced, and were pulled out
In wrong clothes,
With Band-Aids,
     -Roller coaster car
     -Hooked to swerve behind,
     -Bring the curves
     -Back to lines;
We were heard, singing
To the choir, on
Grove Street, in
A corner,
     -Fanning frankincense,
     -Fart stink, fine talc, smoke
     -Signals sent
     -By mistake;
Mother's wary face
From within a wrapped
Towel holding
Clump in place,
     -Accelerating
     -Subway screech clipping
     -Platform of
     -Accusal;
Transmigration from
Mother to son left
Him pressed suit
In closet,
     -Tourist face stuck through
     -Photo cut-out board
     -Suggesting
     -A building;
Man next to man next
To man assembled,
A tree falls
In Brooklyn,
     -3/8, 2/8, left
     -3/8 in, exact,
     -Perspectives
     -Discordant;
Set to spin, shapes were
Reconstrued, colors
Surrendered
Their dyes tied,
     -Plastic surgeon, crown
     -Reconfigured, drilled,
     -Fermented
     -Thoughts disgorged;
So much to be squeezed
On, scraped off, piled back,
Stirred, heard, dreamt,
Importuned,
     -Drumhead secured, brush
     -Slowly passed across
     -Listening
     -Intently.

26 August 2016