waking up with a start or morning the paths run criss cross
when it ends
all good things
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rat dies in hole passage
flies proliferate in passage and spread into rooms of the house
worm slips into its hole
a blunt pencil can be sharpened
..but we can
but nothing can be done stop
..cant stop
From here to here to here to here
it's all just a succession o f i mages an d
What I have not lost:
Stacks of different coloured clothes. Orange peels. Red cards. Brown slats. Blackboards.
Strips of reddish film negative. What happens = ..But
..What you want .but
The joke is that ..Things as they are
that that that that the rat died in its hole are as they should be
Beauty. Truth.
Flies
its funny
;lksdus
.I just
fell over on th e s idewa lk .pav e m en t
while combing against the f grain of the
whorls of m y h air
.a dowsing pendulu m
knocked my fee t o ut f rom und e r me
while I wa s maki ng stock predictions
..fro m t h e slurry a t th e botto m of my teacup
___Was there supposed to be a plan?
I Dunno.
(NO. there wasnt any pattern
.things were only supposed to be ..better between us
.......... .a
..set in motion. According to certain laws.) and gospel is
.......... .^ .grammar .always only
Projec tor pictur e s .yellow light .according to
..yellow on the white wall .. someone
waking up with the lamp on at midday// midday
voi ce s from down stai rs
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Rubs eyes and sees complex geometric patterns in the lids
Coruscating rectangles beige and red rectangles
badly illumined rushing weakly coruscating greyly
nests for grey insecs that live in my head
and fight constantl y
on the chair by the bed a yellow platter with moth w in gs
And
the air is polluted with hauntings ..Grey
of all the little wrongs I did to people . Pillow, black
(or times whe n they misunderstood and I didnt explain) ..felt tip letters
Memories of the Present That record cover on the table
As ifIvealready seenthis ..black felt tip pen. What to do?
yet I still dont know what to do next
(living up to my potentail
n learning to pass through solid object s
IfI could make myselfconcentrate.An d talk
****som esense in t o th eterrorists)Coffee, for gods sake
I mean .all I can really
Do I have to do more? think
I do know is that my
I must, but ..rectum,
Did I really do such ..armpit and
wrong? .nose
A hangover is ..itch
never
easy
..(never
easy)
and I mean
I dont know if you know
you hanging around d
pretending to be me
hurting me
making me feel guilty
is really helping
Your face is weird anyway.
Well, Im a bit hung over
Whats on your mind?
Well
This mobile phone competition
You have already lost
because you chose the wrong
provider
I texted she cried
I only I texted
From the upstairs corridor, small windows
looked out onto a vast blue gymnasium
foodstalls ..objects wrapped in beef
fried vegetables
Texting .
.The DJing Lie
This lie
about YOU CAN BRING WHATEVER RECORDS YOU WAN T AND PLAY THEM, she cried
the crowded hallway, that was all
in the crowded hallway, WHAT WAS ALL THAT?
ABOUT? I only said these things because I
liked you, he replied.
EMPTY PROMISES!
I only wanted to show you how ebullient I could be, he cried
They went upstairs
These things you did because you thought you wouldnt be accepted have
UPSET people, she exclaimed
Id like to get into that gymnasium, she told him
It has the vastness and colour of the sky but
is also
..a fitnness facility
But fitting in makes no difference to anything, he sighed.
The lamp still on, I realized suddenly I had returned quietly
to the equivocal comfort of her presence
in the grey pillow
