On Learning The Architecture

bent into shape
snapped back to perfection
rebuilt body
representation
replenishing gallop
in brisk cult form
chill crack of bone
against the other
atheists rising
pity the condition
drilled in drug
wake up fuss
outpouring of support
cross with you
beyond cross
exhausted
wasted
I’m so wasted
found in pain
the old life
Wilson has left us/
a body of
work remains
so don’t complain
breath last seen as
a fog from your lips
these days in accord
half recorded all
the taudry entrails down
cider sipper
at cost the warehouse
stocked up
every leg of lamb
in place
waiting in an oven
every man Stewart
has this comfort
owed to him
by Shirley’s
fashionings