The Gove Curve

Cold white fish on wood
Beneath the river
Fast bright schools
Bleed silver,

Contract
Bend, stab, bend

Touch on light on scales they
Divest and vie.

Patterns on tiers
Of municipal glass

'The money follows the child'

Attend, to the fish bone
The slim neck,
Crooked hush,
A down,
Put down handle

'Stab in the dark'
In a film, handle
An old black phone, what?

For this one is the gove-curve
No this one is the gove-curve

The river,
The silt,
Smoothed cling film gutted
Gape of rock
Where guts slip,
Deep. Red. Oak. Grain.

The state is narrow
And you are basically gone
Gone all bone-scuba
It is in the varnished f___ floor
Your face a rut around us
Build. To. Up. Crinkle. Shine.

Like the winds that hurt us
On Mars.

(Two)

Float perfectly sad leaf
Float bright fresh green fold
Feathers torn the dead wing, sunk
In the wreath boat, sunk
In fine claps of copper flame
Orange and green flecks

Silent: carnival
Blinkless: eyes