The Steves

The Steves

The Steves of this world feel the soft fontanelles pulled open

should or leaned back instantly a coat hanging on the door

never much day or light arranged and rearranged as to make

An uncommunicative silhouette by walking with it to where

water stumbles into hills as they used odd head vents wet

conditions and faint holes to reach the far side of the skin

Speech poor as faltering semi-detached trivial mentoring

signals into space Steves of this world happen without end

often arrive standing as they left the blank evening to fail

The weight and extent the ease comic turn the reversed

levitation of eerie shaping list noises soon then not even

where they were swaying continuously beneath the canopy

Lying side by side divided by lengths of night and alteration

avid levels of conciliation received following the veer angles

sullen unwitting the Steves of this world lever up one corner

Fluted and placed away from the forgettable flimflam

they and by then to wait closed until collected by the future

is given and the mirrored head turned into a face of craters

A surface of Steves ascends as they say accurately to a plane

of internal digressive disorders autophagy aerophagy immune

responsibilities not of their own making space without stars

They circled in the backdrop above a long version but never

really believed so that the Steves of this world are blind as to

where to carry a mouth rarely used to the rate of descent

The weight of the head neck chest lungs spine the fissile

intermissions that linked the waters together without touching

the thoughts as they struggle to keep up to date with the latest

Theories of sealed mazes and human behaviour