Gesamtkunstwerk

      in the tenor of JW's cream




Like Syd Barrett the poet
   returns to Cambridge his self
      of so many former shadows
 

mistaken for a broken word
   the shuffle of a mother's son
      Romsey Town his own and


of the manners of his
   contemporaries
      the river slides
 

the swans sign
   and the punts glide
      toward restive sheets


cross glaciers of
   Frankenstein and the lit
      history of Engelsland
 

unlocks the docks
   to the future's drawers
      unchecked collapsed un


opened and unburied
   Malcolm's picking up on
      the viscious tab
 

of Vivienne now thou
   sands of light years
      since the black hole
 

disappeared
   several decades ago’s
      fire insurance
 

on the ice floes
   and then--
      the wick again




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