Angles Morts

gold leaf
gold trim
gold standard
self-disclosure
burnished words
suspended in liquid
lineage

the percussive consequent
valley walls
like that which falls
in golden trickle
beaten scratched
from the ear of my cat
who now is shaking 
now is stumbling
hot to touch

my cat who again 
now treads terrestrial
post pair of pairs
of cats' eyes met
across the road
and telegraphed then 
that great loud squall
of like for like
an understanding

and i heard it here
leavening inside 
my autumn bronze jumper
an understanding
where referent escapes me

a like for like
demonic synthesis
a momentary ferment
their marks made together
under cadmium ochre process Naples
yellow and red
for rent sign

other things said

1. Gold. Beef?

2. the golden trail
   i spray and rub
   beef and cocktail
   put paid by hibiscrub

Yesterday :: Monday, 27th October 2025