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Silver Backed Bream

by Robh Hokum

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1.
Violette 03:22
These men I travel with: we smell of sour milk and cigarettes And the stench we wear on our sleeves; A waltz to dischordant minuets “Will my destruction ever cease?” you scream from within your tomb of opaque vapours in your phone; inhaled and exhaled by a womb Seize your last message and hold tight, hold on to those bullets; your little lead soldiers; little bricks in your homestead; shot for shot they’ll fall They will fall They will fall [Your delicate researches Your presence of mind Twice held, never caught] A leaping vibration; bounce on by The baying hoards; a silver backed bream, running to your net Locked: still and confined Clap the timelessness The mechanics couldn’t split your mind; perhaps your teeth Seize your last message and hold tight, hold on to those bullets; your little lead soldiers; little bricks in your homestead; shot for shot they’ll fall They will fall They will fall [Your delicate researches Your presence of mind Twice held, never caught]
2.
Permanence 05:13
I’m salty I’m malting Strip the mould Away from me Lift me up From the earth Thaw the frost For my re-birth We should photograph All of this Our changing skins Our dying cells The cancers that took our lives The motorways, unfaithful wives They all came together For the frame Exhaled smoke The deals we broke Unfinished poems That we wrote Unused paint And lighter fuel Wallpaper But no walls It all came together For the frame We should document All our crimes The losses made The fruit decayed The threats we faced From the sick The promise that He’d knife your neck They all came together For the frame Holes in your shoes Ladders in your tights The dents in your tins The lust in your nights Tea bags split The lump in your tit The hate and despair That you hid from him They all came together For the frame All just to show We are the same
3.
Your eyes: clear and calm: a hawk dropping down, without her wings spread Somewhere within your stripes; the weathered lust for life awaits my purpose Lay down Lay low Open the fist that coiled years ago Darling let me Wash your wounds and frighten off the men who want to destroy you Honey let me get close so I can untie the weights they strung you to Remember the rocks? Do you remember the kelp you said looked like angels? Well, girl, I’ll take you back. We’ll jump into the black waters and sink Sway free Sway free Look around you; I’ll never let you go. You’ll see Lay down Lay low Open the fist that coiled years ago
4.
Pickle 03:05
Call in the army, the waves are coming They crash on our heads The fibres that hold you now hold to me; they crept into bed And the grey-licked stamps on the letters we wrote; with words that ran away with the tears and leaked on to our palms The vinegar pickling our hearts; the juices that go on; all makes the flavour I now feel stronger than the other one Let us lock limbs I work in the law but I don’t know why Tales of gales and the times that you flailed; please just don’t lie And the grey-licked stamps on the letters we wrote; with words that ran away with the tears and leaked on to our palms The vinegar pickling our hearts; the juices that go on; all makes the flavour I now feel stronger than the other one
5.
6.
The Felt 03:02
The snooker table now lives in the barn at angles to the brick walls collecting dust It used to take centre-stage on the landing space It used to take pride of place in all our hearts Shall we reinstate him? Pull out all the legs? Give the boy a clean? With a thistle brush the webs out from the green? How could we have done this? Our child was conceived on this: without this simple structure we would have surely fallen apart Rip up the felt underneath is a picture of us
7.
Stepping off the bus you took, escaping the lover that you don’t love no-more Tearing at the single ticket, drinking up the sadness in your palms This is the kisses of that silent seduction you craved Try to smell the dandelions: you’ll wake up covered in your piss Oh my lord! Is this what muscles do when a back arches in delight? That old body; its stale coffee; a warm cadaver Terror in my night Slip through these shaking fingers “Silence!” That is enough… The day you fall in love is the day the rot settles in A growing sense of age is all that you left with him along with a bed full of stains He will never taste the same: his iron has oxidised within
8.
Luxembourg 04:18
The stone in my fruit is drying out The worries in my suitcase are empty now But I will keep carrying my doubts For the train that led me here Has gone away deep into Europe leaving me stranded with only you The grapes round your neck swing with each step you take closer to my bedroom where all your dresses lay: like totems of a love; fallen chandeliers; the remnants of two lives about to appear as one How are things I London now I’m out of town? Are you drunk on the freedom that my exit gave? Is the old Turkish store-keeper’s eyes on your back? Do you wear my favourite shirt striped white and black? These new city walls; new city rules; will not hold me back As the grapes round your neck swing with each step you take closer to my bedroom where all your dresses lay: like totems of a love; fallen chandeliers; the remnants of two lives about to appear as one
9.
Harvey 02:49
10.
Pay it no attention; that petty rhythm No explosions will silence you, no failing knees to hold The sleight of lips Cities drown like babies caught by mother’s peace And our fathers go out into the night to protect the alleyways and sins The sleight of hips “I’m better of dead”, you said when you fled from the slurry of the red smeared across your head And the cracked cornices of your frame; the scars upon your name; testament to all the shit you gave The sleight of lips That petty rhythm sleeps and clicks to calm your dreams With every clack: attack at you seams Has no-one told you that you should wear yellow? It doesn’t suit you: its surprise betrays you, and the sun blushes The sleight of rays “And I’m better of dead”, you said when you fled from the slurry of the red smeared across your head And the cracked cornices of your frame; the scars upon your name; testament to all the shit you gave The sleight of lips The sleight of lips These words itch Split rosehips Drop it alone Cry-out! Spit out the apple pips These words itch Split rosehips Drop it alone Cry-out! Spit out the apple pips

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released April 26, 2010

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