He played hard this month:                                      She played well this month:
Mortgages prefixed sales                                         Chlorophyll quotas left in the wake
and rows of steadfast hotels,                                    of cushioned lovers and tickling tiny noses
plastic monuments saluting a gaudy cannon               A row of gently dandling milk
flashing jail-cell smirks                                            warmed by the notion of a golden god
as his firing squad gained two more guns.                 as they dawdled from nap to nap.

They scratched his name into a plaque,                     Until, with ill-defined predicates,
affixing an aging idealisation                                     leather-skinned demons invaded their earth-laden homes
of a hobo (with glasses)                                           and severed them with secateur consequents.
and wisely (for hobos with glasses)                           Herded, the survivors sighed
awarded him a potted plant,                                     and bound by ochre ceramics
trampled by sunflower day-dreams.                          forgot their sunflower memories.


                                [The real estate agent // sunflower flux
                                is a farce.]


"A stunning display of material gradience",                From pine to wax to oak to clay to her,
heaved onto oak                                                     some silent general part of an abstract whole,
and forgotten:                                                         bowing - no, wilting - to desk lamp radiosity
paper-weight in the corner,                                      heavy with dust and laced with despair.
Post-It Note corkboard, pencil holder                        Fed nutrients through caffeine dreg drips,
harbouring sugar-fix detritus;                                   she leapt as glimmers disobeyed drawn verticals,
a conical, glazed generality.                                     blinded by a conical cataract.

Ignorant of the floral occupation,                              Yet growing still.
he pittered and pattered,                                         A genetically embittered Darwinist fuck-up
and pondered why                                                  ploughing fallow survivalism strips,
his desktop was always so full?                                 ignored by a serf with a degree.
His filing cabinets held yellow B27s,                          She spat progeny, contemptuously advancing
rather than disproportionate grey?                            towards ceilings of disproportionate grey.


                                [Brown begets brown so her sunflower stems
                                faded to shades of chrysoberyl.]


He began to tip as he stumbled                                Petallions of sunflower suffragettes
from platform A, halfway to platform Z.                    waging hay-fever hijackings,
Just over, he saw red.                                             accompanied by converted sympathies.
Rigid boundaries lurked on the periphery.                 Chrysanthemum generals bless you,
Cowering from life's technicolour paroxysm,             extend stems and pummel
he lurked in outlines,                                               black flashing buttons of biological warfare.
scattering when they didn't spell SPForever.              And Her, fractalling outwards and upwards.

Shrinking, he slinked in whimpers and sobs,              And Her, exerting noxious pollen forces,
painting transparent fingerprints,                              commandeering tin foil caps and vents,
tearing at unscratched woodwork,                            bursting along pop-riveted screams.
dangling from the plaque.                                        And Her, smacking into support pylons,
Nobody notices boot-level grilles, so when                 forcing cracked concrete
pop-rivets flew, he melted: a burbling,                      and thrust, shoving into
glutinous glob, absorbed and bound for the sky.        the sunlight cavalcades of memory.


                                [Tessellated brickwork settled,
                                glinting behind blotting rainbows.
                                She guzzled, entwined by a
                                copper conical lattice.

                                And she sighed.]