This is for When [live]

This is for when the slabs of the night slam shut on you
For when the radio is broken and crackles like Arabian lockets
For when the phone rings and rattles the
Telegraph wires like a handful of bones
For when Dream Amniotes skitter through the streets at midnight
In the amusement arcade a sailor whose
Muscles writhe with tattoos and pornography
Doubles up his vomiting emeralds
Elsewhere a black man in grass teething and a swallow skin toy
Is laughing and laughing and offering
Poisoned candy floss to the children
This is for when your cunt gets caught in the cogs of an urban evening
For when your vision is sprayed and redolent of many more lusts
This is for the WASP women
This is for the torturer's wives with
Their thumbs blue as a billiard chalk
This is for all of the mathematicians
Who got mixed up in the dream game
This is for when you get caught in a sleep riot
This is for when your chisholm turns to platinum
For when the television is full of murder
For when the sky is out of order
For when your womb is crawling with dream geometry
This is for when your veins are singing with indigo
For when the radiator is full of fever
For when your sex is full of voodoo
For when your clothes are imaginary
For when your kitten is dead
This is for when your flesh creeps and never comes back