[For DS]
He was always just holding on
well before his loosening was
wired by composed workers –
He was fitted out in the smoke
by a huddle of rarefied fixers
of minds & boulder-ish skulls –
fine line runners of pinstripes –
each hand-threaded between
his head & a re-setting within –
He’ll sleep for now in his so still
body – & he will be slow at first
& slow to know if all his moves
are all his own / He is fettled
in bedded days – recuperate &
be re-tuned [his dreams know]
He sees his agog kids on Skype
at a distance – his dried-mouth
words are haltingly delivered –
a rare chance of infection – & his
missus looks around for a data
cable / Re-connected – just so
