cunt and tits

I stand

considering

barbed wire

mind hums

nondescript

classical music

I like it best when woven in that rolling way.

(the world itself is round, and twirls in orbit,

does it not?).

anyway

all this is of relevance

as, wearing fluorescent yellow tabard

and clutching clipboard and pen,

I undertake work on a project

( - it attracts little funding – )

to map the geometry,

physical and spectral –

the shadow and substance

the bulk and the absence

the infrasound pulsing

the sibilance the cadence

the consonance, the dissonance

the ratio of wow to flutter, and

the respective rock and sog,

slide and cut,

give and grip -

of the wordstring

cunt and tits.

today I am assessing it

in the context of

light (which, I note, has caused

paint to flake

on that wooden sign);

residual violins;

and this

barbed wire.

the wife,

whilst watching Coronation Street

commented last night that

she believes my work

is meaningless

but

when my graphs are finished,

they will be so comprehensive

as to be ruled safe for use

by schoolchildren.

I chew on my penlid.

look pensive.

I am thinking

look at the sky!

it’s just like an enormous

consciousness.

well, I must get on with

advancing my research,

guaging the measurements.

please, no further interruptions

and if you will linger, no tinkering,

do not fiddle with my mechanisms -

I have a cunt and tits

remit