cry all you want
when the stars plough like cars into the Pacific
cry all you like
for the long machines hanging like canals and candle-
flames and pale arms
search in the long searing lines of traffic
and the sunset
look for the rain
in the tubing street with cones of light
put the seeds in your eyes
put the faces coming back in husks of glass and warps
of steel
place the seeds in your throat and search the teeth
and tongue and root in the cavity
the body is a needle like the other needles
I need this last line
of worms and coloured lights and horizons hanging like weeds
put the seeds in your eyes
and search in the long streaming files of traffic
the heater wires and the fires of the sun
cry all you want for the skin falling like leaves
another needle another sheet of lightning and rain
drilling tunnels a tongue-lick away
the loose machines shrouding the trees and tubes of cloud
hanging like canals and candle-flames
pale arms in the heat
I need this line, this wasted line, this last run
down the blue corridor
worms and coloured lights and horizons that weave like a
vine
search for your enemies in the light drunken rain
with steel faces with drips on the steel tube, on their lips
ice and glass over holographic lives
I need this flight and the beautiful doors, the swallows
this beautiful form
on the rip between two seas
rain on the manuka, teeth in the grass, your throat
won’t find me again
machines like long arms weaving in the sunset
curse the plan and forget and cry all you like
the land of burial and the buried land.
cry all you want
when the stars plough like cars into the Pacific
cry all you like,
find the rain
put the seeds in your eyes.
