Coming Soon from Sinthomies by Vincent Vocoder Voice

I saw a new trailer today
It slipped by in backwards colour
Cowl suspirating through whistling nostrils
The film rippling over its cape
(But that was nothing)
Yesterday, I caught it staring
Over a stone cold lasagne through a glaze of snot
Waving its plastic spoon from the furthest arm of the galaxy
At me and you and every lolly-gagging stranger

The forks screech
And the enamels screech
Coming soon

The muscle and bone creaked in awful vivid flex
A rotting row boat in a lightless harbour
Its swilling splintery hull sucked and gummed at
By eyeless churning black water
And I prayed this thing, by some accident of calculus,
Was the universe’s first true god
Capable of heeding the prayers of hedgerows
And forgiving its creators

Then the forks screeched
And the enamels screeched
Coming soon

The widows and the drunks take stock
In silent sallow kitchenettes
Sixty-four years old, divorced
God bless our humble oubliettes
No matter that they swill with blood
For the prisoners were made with love
The abattoir shrugs at the fridge
There never were alternatives
So stuff my ears
With meat and mud
You can’t force me to watch
This isn’t real
You can’t force me to watch this to the end

Coming soon

• Rock
• Brighton