Hylozoism

Dread zero is some rule
to a shelled flight of bicycles
no family stabled
your cruel sisters
my brothers vile
of whichever island name

though, according to Geneva
and our passports for city lights,
these commonalities of Loki,
his sun's turn
his soft treaty of moored straw-boaters
biro in hand

to cursive eye and nether
mouth to sigh to mutiny
on the slightest emulation
and he looks upwards
South West for Lemurian
equality, the mutual

lapse of truth ending
at vexed geographies
South West to West
lest string of promise
tie around povertous oars
dab of still water

how poised its evolution
like lines of gneiss
found on flat embankments
zakat, tithe
render unto right and red beard
and Saladin's open hand for quiet Blondel

his ill-muted frequentings
the strong scent of twisted parlours
where we sweat some intuited aquifer
over waltz whiskey-sour
and the summer double-vision.