Summer with the internet - Matt Byrne

Summer with the internet

We travel through three worlds aware of one
but all merge together, collaborating

I tread gravel under boot through this summer,
and batter down the spring under a bathroom shower.

This is the cum on the touch light, the clenched pencil
in primary school, the sweet rust of sharpeners on teeth

the legs of Ms Payne, her scarlet skirt of serial killers,
the lobster-like thoughts of laced panties.

This is the wine threshed weeping without tongues,
a cream pie at the Bukkake party of rust

Wordsworth is a girl to fuck and fall in love with
she works in a bakers shop on my holiday near the lakes.

We travel through three worlds aware of one
but all merge together, collaborating

We are crowned and cowering,
laminated and alive

Halo kneed and late for tea.