Gloves mate for life but,
the solo-glove is a mutant udder, an other of deformed
teats, seeking another. Another in search of its misplaced (s) wanting to
pluralise into a conjoined-twining.
It is also a stranded deep-sea creature washed too far
ashore, unable to return to its aquatic habits.
Within the solo-glove’s jewelled imagination, it senses the
five thefts of the finite.
This uninvited criminal act is deliberately performed by a tricky sand-villainess. Often regarded as that in which judgements flourish alongside one
another, this femme fatale steals the solo-glove’s
liberties.
This uninvited criminal act is deliberately termed, ‘Sightseer’
and purposely labelled, womanly.
Undeterred by her sticky
mittens, the solo-glove suffers incessant
dizzy spells but, as our unlawful lady’s name
suggests, she is not only the solo-glove’s nemesis, she is also the solo-glove’s
honoured guest.
The scheming of those refracting, factual
moons, whose relatives are not adverse to any occurrence that
has too many broken others, is represented
by those devious brothers; Previously, Currently and Up-and-coming.
They are the solo-glove’s fractalised selves.
When it is past the tense stage and no waking-words can alter
this because its
nocturnal-flagships have emerged and merged, the solo-glove’s
emasculated cries will take first prize, morning, noon and night AND IT WILL
CALLOUT FOR JUSTICE!
And see, here are the solo-glove’s gory hands, and its embarrassed
eyes, and swinging sex organs that spit
and crackle and flash –
All are so quick to vanish it’s as if a star has come to personally
deliver the collapsed pain of its spectacular implosion.
To ensure the solo-glove does not forget it is inseparable
from its other-handed pair, thumbprints are taken.
Despite this, the solo-glove continues diving though ultramarine
hoops, searching for forlorn treasure-maps, grabbing at sheets and stabbing at meat.
And slowly but surely, the next phase appears to go on and
on and on, eating the solo-glove’s heart out.
