Solarium

by James Knight

Wrecked stacks of sun on the front lawns make cheese music

   For quitters

The whole thing is too glossy for unadjusted eyes     pupils dilated irises going black

Install for optimal energy efficiency

Can I interest you in

James, have you ever considered

Did you know that

                Mickey Mouse loves a good pegging

           Give me the ocular proof

The sun’s come out so I’ll get naked and baste myself 

Oils burn bronze in the light from the phosphorus

Darling       it’s a new riviera top-notch exclusive

      A valley of Eden in the crater they made

The sun-stacks go wobbly      you want to look out, it’s not a stable structure

     Brass bars opening Das Rheingold

         Makes us sizzle

It’s ok, we’ll drown out the neighbours

James Knight is a poet, artist, performer and publisher based in the UK. Publications include Cosmic Horror (Hem Press), Rites & Passages (Salò Press), Machine (Trickhouse Press) and Void Voices (Hesterglock Press). Website: www.thebirdking.com