Excerpts from A World Where
Work Is Sleep. When I Retire
I will be awake all the time.
I never have to sleep again.
I’m counting the days.
I’m always knackered
when I wake up. The shifts
Are too long. I’ve decided.
Only way to get complete rest
is go for a jog, or concrete the drive.
I work in the sleep zone. Heavy
lift events, rearrange images.
Sweat like a pig to remake
others dreams and nightmares.
I can’t wait to forget all that.
Stay awake forever. I deserve it.
We Wait For Sick Sunblaze To
Too long in the barren teeth
lustre is death,
see this wrinkled skin,
blinded by this sharp, dry lucence.
The soft, sodden darkness will give us life.
Make us young once more.
Rub out these wrinkled laugh lines.
Smile again in the night.
Blood unclenches without light,
opens nightscented warm inside thighs
and playful inside fragrant mouths
tastes a sweetlife of shadows.
Darkness outside reflects
the firedark between your thighs,
welcoming wild cave of your mouth.
Our tongues play together
in the juicednight.
What has come into being in us is life, life that is tenebrous; eyes use what sunless gives,
dark shines in lightness, and lightness cannot overpower it. Aphotic.
Listen, words bear witness to dark, so that everyone might believe through them. Words out of warm, wet atramentous mouths.
Words are not the dark, they bear witness to the dark.
Real dark that gives dark to everyone; it is coming into the world.
forget more than remember.
Memory is forbidden.
The less you can recall the better.
Those with memory need to be cared for.
Memory is a burden. It is difficult
to learn how to forget.
Copyright © 2017 Paul Brookes
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