"BBC Signal Zero" (New poem, 2021/11/01)

We danced until the morning, and the morning
after that morning and after
another morning
on a squatted cloud of secrets

punk is the only solution
play thankfulness on a sax vex
new suburban chaos
challenged
skin and task

we felt like a valley
in a Silver Apples song
or something out of the 50s
BBC studio
hesitation
signal of void
celestial planet
approached us

we tried praying with signals new
on the new disability
surface
our guests were sinning incoherently
they were weak
and pale in number

this must me moon, my lady
we talked like naive teens
we walked like
drunk dogs
puke on the streets of London
first bus
to the airport

nothingness sounded like
nature

pale-faced
dawn
smelled like cherries

her eyes was what was it all about
but a plane shielded them
had them in hundreds
which burnt the flame
not time
flight madam
visible
and consulted