BODYCOUNT DRACULA

what comes after the bodies have looked at the bodies/ and decided that the bodies just look like bodies/ one body says to another; hey that's my body/ all the bodies turn to respond; go figure/ where will we pile up/ and why will we pile up/ i spent 84 years building a powerhouse body/ secured against company/ and disintegration/ why must it then be thrown on top of the others/ and what about my shyness/ and what about their fear/ 

RE-QUIT ALL

why fishermen would even use gondolas/ is not the first thing that makes you apprehensive/ nor that they keep dragging up half-decomposed bodies/ squirting out colors as if trying out/ for a francis bacon painting/ or that the gondolas are adrift on a sea

not noticeable as a sea/ unless you find it appropriate to keep calling a sea/ with no water in it, a sea/ but as it becomes clear that you are watching this/ not from underneath the jagged loggias/ with a sandwich in your hand/ but from the bottom of the sea/ it becomes hard to suppress your incredulity/or the ground then/ if you still contest that a sea with no water in it, can be called a sea/ you see the dry ripples/ where they throw their lines in/ hooks with no bait/ plunging and wavering like feathers towards you/ irresistible metal bits/ waltzing slowly to and fro/ landing with weighted certainty in your mouth/ so you think/ can i think/ and formulate resistance, spit/ but you already answer/ before you ask/ and can hear your question take place/ before the utterance is yours you bite, and you think/ can i still resist/ if i think/ can i remove this reality by thinking/ if i let this sea be my mind / the millions of bodies bleeding colors/ ideas/as in, i drift upwards to wake up/ into the air, if the sea is not a sea and so forth/ and think, i do not find myself puzzled/ as your legs and arms drop off/ and let out streams of paint and oily residues/ where does it go/ and what will the gondoliers do with all the bodies

EVERYTHING COUNTS IN LARGE AMOUNTS

so we remember never having faked it

talking at length about our hearts

lungs, kidneys and pelvic bones

the drawers full of clothes we had yet to smell

monogamy, we said, begins with the obliteration

of the other

you asked, what book are you reading

i asked, what book are you reading

the flight attendants all took turns

tightening the parachutes

the brothers karamasov, i lied

moby dick, you swallowed

where are we supposed to do it then

the blast doors spring open

we can do it in my fantasy

it is like breakfast and lunch in one

you said

STRIP SLIT CHAFE

the triplets the atonal [bastards]

the gun the

the moral of the story is

boredom kills

when life won't

the proud poet the p

the skilled conjurer of any

the slightest avoidance of deadness

the immortality imbedded in a thousand lovers

the strand the strands

the chaos that got cleaned up

STALLATS

my hands those limbs all stopped

mid action stretching there

vastness of furrows in window soot

drawn by cold dead sun inside

CARAMBOLAGE DES CRITTERS

no one will accuse you

of being one that never

accuses others

of never accusing you

a ladder

runs from your eye

onto a sullen precipice

from which the four-legged creatures

that go there

shout out wonders

that get lost in your fantasies

and end up telling you nothing

(engine revving)

do not ask me to summarise all the signs/ that emanate from the trivial and transitory/ proposing to leap from the trivial and transitory/ into the industrious and frantically mystical/ at two o clock in the morning in Tbilisi International Airport/ let me just quickly mention the perturbing sight of two men/ eyes closed/ spinning heaps of luggage into cling film coccoons/ with a gusto that can only find its roots in teosophic scriptures concerning oriental dance/ coccoons/ that later will fill the gap between check-in desk 21 and 23/ and then disappear on electric carpets into a dusty pit / only to return as disagreeable moths/ that will be forever drawn to the ecstatic light gushing out of your love scar/ towards the hole that is filled with a kiss/

or the other way round/ towards the kiss that is filled with a hole/