Luke Davies
The entire History of Architecture
The entire History of Architecture
Michael come quick you can see a palace drowning
In the lake. A distant plane’s lights twinkle.
Under the gold tree (furthermore) she spoke of herself as
shark-panda-otter girl. Something about sharks need
to keep moving, pandas need to keep chewing & thank
God therefore for our otter nature (she continued), you
swim because you can and eat shellfish of the table
of your belly. All glorious stuff. Be there a heaven
here on earth it is this it is this it is this. Or:
wake on a wet Sunday morning, rain drumming hard,
and praise the entire history of architecture –
it has led to the tightness of roofs, after all. And all
this grey beauty: stay in bed, of course.
You’ll see a palace drowning in a lake
if you are lucky. At the touching of your limbs
you too will start the drowning. Ten your breath.
Nine your voice. Eight your eyes. Be there a seven
here on earth it is this it is this it is this. Six
echoes of the afterbreath. Five kisses for your thighs
and climbing. A palace drowning in a lake.
Four-second flicker of a dream of loss, and there
you are again, inside yourself. Three things
to think of: something, everything, and nothing.
The palace lights are burbling underwater.
Two your breath, and suddenly your gills.