Dominic Hale: Hit Counter

Hit Counter

There go the systems analysts, the demigods
on Wall Street, the profiles
that you meet. Prepare there additionally the big hitters
(you borrow my hand),
the limpid scarecrows and straw public of the lyric
eye. Carcinogens in song,
skip track. And get
along with each other, vegetable memory like
as a century didn’t permit to breathe.

Reboot me, plenty identifications. O pedestrian.

Malpractice
on a crushing scale. Stir it.
A hot take
over accountability, fuck me.

The couriers collate themselves.

Regreen softly because.
Windfall.

 

Dominic Hale is from Blackpool and helps put together CUMULUS. A long poem, Time Zone, was published by SPAM Press in 2018.

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