Ode to an English beach

unable

to decipher
the love letters

sent by your precambrian self

you sit down with a pen
you imagine to be made
from frozen sunbeams
and write:

"consider/your next move with care/to think love and die/might seem pleasant /but/you will inevitably be driven back /into the sea/by a future self//if you see a way out/take it"

you post it to nowhere

the next morning

that never came

cannibal cooking class # 1

I look into a clock
that is a bird

stuffed
on a mantelpiece

it's wings fluttering
the seconds away
in a suspended afterlife



I have a rash

and dry out
only to ask:

can dust remember dust

ma jor qui

palma/ the singing belly vs the laughing heart. /santanyi - mondrago/ homes, heavens, mirrored images, rebirth, to roll out on a dragon's tongue made of stone/andratx - sa coma/ the enormous transcendence of a person daring enough to withdraw from it's own creation only to take part in another's /deià/ hymns to jesus sung by donkeys on twisted sugar tops of adoration/fornalutx/ an orange orchard for every gravestone/es capdela – calvia/ people springing out of and overgrowing their prophecies, purity as an egg on a dried-out river bank, or a ball of mud trickling down a stream of painted diamonds/

banyalbufar – sa calobra/ signs pointing to shangri-las eaten by thick layers of fog, time gnawing away at the weathered rocks leaving a garden/formentor/ cliffs orchestrated by goats, beaches left beautiful by the absence of sun-worshippers/magalluf – portals nous/ breathe out and disappear, or reappear, in the image of me riding an electrical bull that is whipped by a sleepwalking audience, car keys rattling as they walk away unecstatically into the night, missing their boats and yachts by just a step, washing up on the before empty beaches smiling, the next day/

Decorating the core

at the core/ that which is resting at the core/ next to/ nothing
else/ this very thing at the core/ which we need know nothing
about/ that we decorate/ and make up/ to resemble that which
rests outside/ this very thing at the core/ that sparks/
and thinks to be a bonfire/ but also is unknowing/
and wants to know/ nothing/
has begun/ to move/ further in/
to what/