Revolution NOW [04]: Vertical


Engines fly in layers
compulsively stirring
the snow inside the billow

Clouds sponge up the sun.

Before reaching land
the long distance traveller
evaporates without a trace

Seagulls cry in the window.


Towering panes reflect
fragmented memories
of erect ambition

Hanging on radio waves.

Ignored sparks of desire
send secret lovers to the stakes –
walking pillars, in flames

Smoking kills the blues.

The hips curve, shooting
painless twists of the tongue –
kisses missed in a rush

Headless passengers run.

The city plays the drum on the feet,
sensing rebellious spines:
heartbeats to measure its time

The dance is macabre.

Headstuff are accepting poems on the theme of Revolution NOW until 5 Feb — see our current call for submissions for more details.