The Mathematics Of Love
Christopher Barnes, UK
with you my night is full of dreams
old wound-down orchestras
compete for rainbow-ribboned attention
with white noise, pips, the new moon
we the emotionalist performing dogs are hot
the antecedents of empty bodies
there are no benevolent fathers
with the wink of a swollen eye
meat sings
I pierce a moan-anthem
totting up the mathematics of love
slug-streaked parts of you turn
long toes are diggers of safe homes