Hughes - Cavalcanty

your shocking pink tendresse electrifies my stick iness & spritz of jizzy rhubarb shoots sap up singing lamb & germ ination I now lay / lie at your feet & your edgy vitality whose quick strikes everyone everywhere always including sheepdogs & bugs of the field & campsite reptiles & marsupials & residents of Devon have this urge to congregate at the ends of motorways to hone extended cover versions of every track on Astral Weeks in celebration of your alto tendency to stretch us youre a super looking human which is thoroughly inspiring in that crippling kind of fashion that first got people visual ising angels then etching them into their own flesh using lumps of anthracite & millstone grit tongue tied up delirious fantasies occupying decades pursuing the inedible in one sentenced to plaster over wounds going right through one side & out the other known traditionally as idealism which has had such a bad press for decades now protected by cruisers & airyplanes marked with the pig-bone logo but I get idealistic when I see you redesigning my interiors & out side spaces & some of that must be projected into sketches of the future no matter whose that then turns out to be gardens going mental under mis translated constellations

this autumn I Guido Cavalcanti legendary co-founder of the Dolce & Gabbana mode of filling colour supplements & academic footnotes turn my back on all the peer reviewing & brash pressures of modern decorum to look out at the start of a new day ground damp with dew & sky light with silence my Southern girl has modified the time & air available for brainstorming the strategies & spaces which remain a possibility between heaven as it is on earth over the coming hours & daze of hard-won conjugations

so whos this traversing the piazza & making waves in the responsive air & hearts of all in the vicinity hover on a surge of fresh potential when her eyes sweep over the actual inhabitants & trappings of the town the rest of the attractions vanish back into the tourist information booth no one could describe to you how beauty finds its finest incarnation in her being out of touch around the corner weve never been quite bright enough to take the subtle hints & reassurances the goddess always hovers round the bend

Benylin mucus & sardines off toast nerves in the words read aloud from the start of the so-called ideas arising not just as these dots in front of the eyes but also from the troughs & vibrations of the lines ear nose & throat department well also chests & abdominations & those ripples coming back off the sides creating such interference patterns mistaken for the music of your spheres as fuck she glanced at me over the rim of whatever I hadnt been thinking stuck amongst this glaciated landfill roads from here still closed for reparations

the worst thing about being a dalek is how remote you feel from tender flesh & how every sexual position makes you feel more like a fucking bollard its all so weird & inconceivable that the person strolling past the butchers with a bag clogged with Asda ready meals is set for a night of supple passion while you stand wheel-clamped by your tinny self & shes out dancing through the neighbourhood taking Zumba styling through the city that never sleeps & never really wakes I followed the stars & one-way systems all the way to Ebbsfleet International

I didnt think my heart would last the night you sent me messages I didnt get the implications of your doubts about the two of us & several other words pretty much removed the future perfect tense & bulging o my decompression chambers what went wrong with all your washers & that big round metal handle looked so secure & resistant to tampering on the long haul through those senseless decades before she swam around the edges of my reef & different parts of me abandoned ship to drift in shadowed underwater glades & waver with the rays & weeds & eels you cant sum up a person using words neither this woman nor anyone else is caressed or expressed by any verb or conjugation & all the music in Africa fails to convey the pain of the joy of her love as it inches past millimetres away from the end of all your eyelashes & fingertips this lack of confirmation in her eyes is what I now clutch to my abdomen with its packed dreams & kidneys & need for someone to reconnect my love to skin Im waiting for the fucking resurrection of something that Ive never even known I want to talk about her to the world of composites & friends from long ago who mostly died will never hear this song requested on my breakfast show by no one yet filling all the air between my ears a sphere of respite with shimmering walls the ball an underwater insect clings to last another night in all this weather Im not sure evolution did much good to balance us here on the very edge of worlds weve wrecked & what about her mouth to mouth the passing on of elements from magical & realistic stories about great alchemical illusions song I made you out of early albums by artists I struggle to remember Ive always been useless at measuring & estimation & even guessing but I really need you now to find her see if she can somehow reassemble those parts of me that shattered on impact & ended up dispersed around the town explain to her how my constituents are currently littering the district without her unifying gravity made up of tenderness & strength & grace go song & plead with her to come around & sweep away this fatal installation

I polish off the last of her peach squash & acknowledge the sounds of some of her names deep in my throat or whatever its called towards these short accommodations from one periphery to another shoulder to shoulder with drivers of trucks & distant relations on the school run forging indispensable connections I hold my breath in anticipation of that little movement of her tongue I hold her breath & rearrange it in this awkward new attempt at integration there used to be a set of plans & risk assessment procedures with insurance policies but Ive abandoned certain prototypes & modes of thought forever following this latest transformation of the city & her responsiveness to what the fuck is happening she comes with new supplies of juice & shuts my mouth