Russ Rickey

london calling: transmission

you look outside
see the world in 4/4 time

you rattle cages
spin wild and low

you drive elements
found new continents
turn outside
leave ahead
escalate unfoundedly
permit absolutions
sprint up stairs
exact corner stores
hammer watches
shudder literature
shuffle dance

in the photograph
we pull out colour
leave edges untwined

you catch wind
twenty kilometers away

countryside of brick
rail lines wire
nuclear columns
canal hedge lines

lights blink in the distance
clouds dense and grey

you stare
edges 10 pixels wide