VOYAGE TO ASTANA

do not ask me to summarise all the signs / that stand out of the trivial and transitory / proposing to make a leap from the trivial and transitory / into the industrious and frantically mystical / two o clock in the morning at Tbilisi International Airport / just let me quickly mention the perturbing sight of two men / eyes closed / spinning heaps of luggage into cling film cocoons / with trained gusto / likely learned from teosophic books on the art of dance / cocoons / that will later fill the gap between check-in desk 21 and 23 / and disappear into a pit / to return as disagreeable moths / forever drawn towards the ecstatic light coming from your love wound / towards the scar that is healed by a kiss / or reversely / towards the kiss that is healed by a scar / 

PAST LEVITATION

tired of using titanics / for the non-commercial purpose of approaching you / cracked hulls and busted propellers / I turn icebergs upside down / and sail them like galleons / shipwrecking proper / into south poles unnoticed / to extradite my love for you / a fine powder / made of hardened northern lights / crushed on living-room tables by stewards / to take one connection and snort it / and never have to juggle the other / the undressed tip of an iceberg / a body in full / for making atlantic babies 

WEARY EYES

just because I am trendy / it does not mean I have to uphold all these feelings of insecurity that you continuously maintain I am responsible for / look at the cave: / one of us came out of it / deemed it uninhabitable and moved out / you know, and became that news vendor on Times Square / that doorman at [POLISH NIGHTCLUB] / that salesman of hard facts / soft spittoons / firm believer of all those religions that were spewed out of some hell-hole on 14th street / or somewhere that was not even Manhattan / Barcelona? / Calle Fortunados / guns / here be useful daydreams / a life washing ashore where another dwindles away / the parakeets of Rua Augusta / the new and improved notebooks of Sao Paulo / 1500 worker bees humming, unnoticed / in those forced daydreams /of plentiful yesterdays probably / nostalgia asleep in hotel rooms, the skin that deceives you / the trees that you thought spirited reminds you of nothing at all / several phone cards bought for far too many reais, blown immediately on calling weather services in countries not yet visited / eternal lie of magical alley where uncle Jim or John lives with one or several families / the blessing of being fruitful / like the French or the Dutch would know once a year, and thereby plummet onto the streets like murdered chameleons / ripe for change and observation / and all the other fruitful deaths wherein massive chandeliers are swinging in relaxed unison / songs / gleefully performed by an orchestra of ants / trampling down the carpet of eternity / the singular entirety of space / another reverberating cave: endless chatter of next level insects / misunderstood kisses / because the bus stop was just "so us", held all the keys to unlocking the chambers of our boredom / shouts: / written simultaneously on every chinese typewriter ever produced / patiently / avoiding any outburst that fall upon the category of water / and air / poison, too / 900 characters left behind / separate beehives / words upon effect: / the trade union guillotine agreement / perfume for the beheaded / gasoline for the queen buzz / something now, before the dawn /  

•

WHENEVER SUMMER COMES AND GOES

we rarely talk of the dreariness of junebugs      the severed cadavers split in half      at the might of my hand      at the thrust of a shovel      legs bent in faltering prayer          like those of crustaceans      flapping at the base of a cream-coloured shell      the see-through cocoon      never meant to be unearthed       never meant for the direct terror of sunlight      see; there's a challenge:      do not shrimp      all day i have thrown ant hives into bushes      you see: this land is my land      god will not make any more out of it than me      yet: cities need compassion      insects too then      insects too  

IZTAPALAPA

head just swollen

content

suggesting

that nothing

comes

out

of violence

but

wrong

look

at who you became / the snow thawed again / and meaningful love / spurted out / hung on to you and me you and me / none of our babies were flawed / happens to be / that all of us / will move in and out and in and out / of our antique apartments 

together

and never have different pasts again/ 

YOUTH IN PURE SUITS

now it was whispered of a place where words go to die     put your ear to the trunk:     /THE LISTENING     it could be a book where pages are constantly changing     to oppose a library     /THE DEPICTION TO NO END     words mounting words      unwords         shaping words again     ( ≈escaping neologisms then without resorting to descriptions, deconstructing words as were they ladders that finally would rise as two disconnected pillars into the air )     pairing significance     meaning and unmeaning     /THE THINKING WITHOUT CRITICAL DISCOURSE     ( as a critical discourse )     endless positivity     /OHNE ENDE     an attempt: to no longer consider the big bang as the conceptual center of meaning     rather: the garage doors open     thread-mills run out of momentum in semi-obscured pockets of light     where it counts     toppling + circumstances     paying attention to whether the toppling circumstances is what counts     /CIRCUMSTANCES HAVING CHANGED     he stood sans repartee     gave aborted retort     his base of knowledge was excavated     a clean inside left to hold nothing but him     the hermit sleeping crab-like     he could start over     /A NOT DIVISIBLE CHAOS 

here he could reassemble     keep his own     a not unattractive chaos     he could build his life on inhalations     (you imagine he will choose you)     he could never grow     /A SKIN TO DRESS THE SOUL     he could choose not to be fooled by his own hand     he could know he is merely thinking about collapse     in you somehow     that have become something     /THE EXCITEMENT THOUGH     what was he ascertaining?     have you seen the crevice in his body?     it was split for you     a drawer     /DID YOU SEE ALL THE CHANGES THAT FAILED TO MATTER?     he could draw a line     sharp or unsharp     between you:     /THIS COULD END

INTO CONTEXT

(distant barking) / my father is trying to take a nap / (dogs barking) / outside, both Benfield hounds are barking / this shot is done through the screen / (dogs barking) / "7 WEEKS EARLIER" / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely nothing around / this shot shows absolutely nothing in the picture / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely nothing in the picture / (dog barking) / this shot made on august 8, 1986 / shows absolutely no other animals / or anything in the picture / to agitate the barking Benfield hound / 

πıπ

GROPE SHOW

these remains are different

they do pilates

they are concepts from the future

made fit for exhibitions

target audience:

fitted on plinths

upon

glass pyramids crackling

lustful bodies scraped to ruins

injecting sluggish parts through accidents

into cracked pavements

and viaducts for grand fluids and torpid leftovers

they claim to be the centerpiece of creation

not a failed madonna

with frozen intestines

of which the fleshless state beckons a redefinition

the carnivorous:

a template for all lovers

and insects

the old will swallow the modern

your life held at a curatorial distance

tailormade for a foreign body

celebrated in circles you will never frequent

≈

COMMITUNS!

unseasoned seasons

come passing through like piglets:

guilt, shame, fear, regret.

*

beach monkeys will steal your nuggets

order your fries in geometrical shapes

tip the waves

*

she cigarette burns

twice

*

paint your lips

blowjob the system

*

wolf spells flow

immanuel spells leunammi

me began as question

all that flowers

must junk

---

BCA

"faith is immedia
  
 cy after reflection"

 these are sad tim

 es old roman

SPIEL SUCHT SPIELER

let yourself go. don't let yourself go. we aim to present what is best for you. the passage requires a raft, a river, a cliff and a waterfall. we steer clear of melodramas. add fire. put out fire. add town crier and lantern. fog now, all over the cities. let drama take place. hide knives all over the first act. end drama. instigate farce. bring in Racine. or Esther, for the young. have Racine beheaded by a mosquito. show nothing. the actors put themselves on fire. let orgy take place. put out second fire by submerging the ridiculous queen-size bed with everyone in it. add ocean everywhere. sunken treasures. create illusion of map. make third fire under water. add fire engines, drifting out of view, unmanned. set stage for revolution. add dalmatians, three or four, too late. discuss ending, let audience and ensemble come together. add bonfires, then random rituals until curtains. confess a dictatorial view on open dialogue. add postscript; leaflets hurled at the audience by trained orcas. add audience; 16 women in business suits drowned in their seats, semi-grown fins protruding, flapping, to mimic applause. add voiceover: "with a single flower I will break your trust."  

ESCAPE PRESS

you wanted to become one of those hip norwegian refugees / just pack your things and go / hunt for good fortune and never look back / build a life and claim your freedom / under different televised moons in different and less godforsaken parts of the world / somewhere where it is possible to thrive and prosper / to kill the wheel that grinds your bones / throw the millstones of worthless jupiters into brook and pond / just get the money and go / pack your things and go / whore day and night for a year or so / eat whatever comes your way / drink only from the melted snow / to crumble and shiver but go go go / to get on the ferry to denmark and be gone / hide in plain sight everywhere / cringe in undisplayed shame to the bassline of UB40's greatest hits / make love in a couple of bunks just for posterity / eat tapioca and mash with a straw / skip right past the glare of copenhagen bright as day / to become another freeborn bastard child of the highway / throw your thumb for progress and wear the names of all your oppressors / skin the asphalt to the bone and roam quite simply roam / dress your biography with falsitudes for every interested ear / to conjure a whisper that is private to bear / open the door close the door / be kind be kind / to never have spoken a word that speaks of your mind / to cross all borders with a smile / "please please dear officer do not detain the vessel that carries but a little dream" / "here a little paper please let it pass and go" / to ride the wasteland on its veins / skip gently past its human stains / the autobahn slumber the fog horn thunder / to drink and bathe in roadside aquariums / wash with white bars of soap fresh off the trees / "bring me to the ocean please" / to dip in the straight and narrow / "suck my bones lick my marrow" / to paint your shoes in Samarkand / the glitterdome in Abendland / to cross all borders with a smile / climb all mountains like a child / stow away with faultless guile / drink all the wine of France just to see the evening through / in lieu of lust in lieu of love / to drink the blood of every dove / still comfort a farmers maid or two / to whistle on the marsellaise from montpellier to toulouse / sneak across the border bright / stretching out with charmed delight / here and there leave a suitcase behind / full of fragments and fractures for no one to find /

 to listen to the starcrossed fellow / moaning groaning slow to bellow / to notice the move the shift the fullness too / nothing nowhere that will contain a you / the border burns you like a star / to make an imprint of how close you are / to write a story to kill the hero / on every beach you count to zero / the life of ashtrays burned so bright / left you nothing to your sweet delight / to all the waves of needful plight / to cotton skies made ripe for flight / to the bashful demon that holds your oar / a feathered groin to compose your score / to build a canoe from your sweetest wishes / construct a sail of shame and sorrow / to navigate in frameless horror / to the spillings of the ghost you serve / to the spillings that will serve you best / all is forgotten with two tomorrows / and the shyness that curiosity borrows / the million people million zorro's / the million zeus'es and jesus juices / your ark is made of silent wood / hollywood bollywood nollywood / your script was never any good / none shall know your name out here / or hire you for godly measure / a name too strange and out of key / more norwegian than it needs to be / unemployable and white as paint / in every town the women scatter / the rumour of this freedom served / scraps of not unlikely banter / this wine finally / poured from a silly decanter / a refugee of sleight of hand / to look upon the gonads gland / the country the love the dream so tender / to end it in a worthless bender / 

TRENDING MIRACLES AND LONGSHOTS

you were loitering in my dreams, claiming to represent my future. i have nothing against my future. i have always seen my future as being tall, dark and wearing shades. i have, on the other hand, little in common with my past. she resides in a putrid cave. dandruff. even beauty is just a fragment. a naked shoulder in the sun. a shop for stilettos. a thunderbolt undressing. sometimes you were waking up in me; what are we both doing here? we went out for coffee at a horrible place referred to colloquially as cafe body. here we began. your design was beauty, mine was understanding. out of almost nothing sprung holes. regeneration took place where it shouldn't. again, the terror became boring. 

I spoke your t-shirt out loud:

NIKE

NIKE

NIKE

JOHN SEGWAY REMEMBERED

segway speeds off into the setting sun

segway learns humility

segway starts writing poetry

segway gets published

segway sits down to celebrate with an old bohemian plate

segway buys a camera

segway stops to photograph colorful esoteric woman

segway buys a typewriter

segway writes the great czech novel

segway goes on national tv

segway spends large parts of the following nights drinking in nice bars segway will never remember the names of meeting nice people segway will never remember the names of

segway bends down over white powder in cramped bathrooms

segway awakens with hangovers one heavier than the previous until segway starts having panic attacks

segway goes to church and learns about conceptualism

segway opens gallery

segway holds seminal group exhibit called "church of segway" wherein segway contributes several photos of segway naked in front of churches in prague and performance wherein segway meditates during opening hours on the back of two naked women shaping a cross

segway produces a baby

segway gets an assistant

segway opens studio in new york

segway releases memoirs called "the return of segway" in the form of a first person-monologue held by vaclav havel in the honour of segway's life achievements

segway turns 34

segway retires

DA CAPOREGIME

the theme music from the godfather movie trickles out of automatic harpsichord standing at the top of Ke Hradu

for most of the afternoon a thick carpet of black clouds will dampen the spirits of all you hungry-for-contrast photographers out there     expect rain falling in sheets

the performance lasts for 2 minutes and 14 seconds

the theme music from the godfather movie wrenches itself out of worn gibson les paul on Karluv Most

we have got wall to wall sunshine out there today     don't forget your sunscreen kids

the performance lasts for 3 minutes and 42 seconds

the theme music from the godfather movie is being whistled poorly by young oriental boy entering the Petrin Funicular

you can feel the moisture outside

the performance lasts for 18 seconds

the theme music from the godfather movie streams simultaneously out of two iphones on the Staromestske Namesti

daggers are falling out of the skies     people remember your protective gear

the performances lasted for 3 and 8 seconds respectively

the theme music from the godfather movie is being halfheartedly hummed by a young man on the 20-tram going in the direction of Sidliste     while carefully handling a plastic container holding eight grasshoppers

no need to hit the streets today people     the rapture will be televised

the performance lasted for 22 seconds     was then repeated for a 39 second encore

LEGIINTIMES

dead swan makes sidewalk cry    tourists skip step     on bridge of legions    step on    asking how to contact authorities    which authorities    bureau of animal waste    public welfare offices    board of tourism    anyone have a phone    a phone    anyone    a phone    picture snaps    mummy look    look    coiled neck resemble letter 's'    resentment    disgrace    or helplessness    concealed in picturesque beauty    wings gracing belly in final flight composition    with decomposition imminent    long before the fading of digital reproduction    swept upon heavy shore of digital noise    the grey    classified in countless banks of identical grey    strip follows strip    first body is severed    next strip of perfect grey scaffolding wings    soot from traffic    asphalt particles    working on additional palette of grey    adding grey to grey    wings undergo dreary makeover    twisted neck like twisted letter    not close to meaning    flesh soon trampled into non-existence    body escapes alphabet    whole dramatic display defused    resemble resilient pile of snow    worn down and discolored by steady waves of traffic    pile of deconstructed waste and carnage    slow to accept its demise

ROAD SIDE SHOW REEL

this car crash threatens to recreate all that which was exterminated at the end of the speculum/ for the sake of it: move opposition towards agreement/ define causes relevant to extermination/ define your gutted ghost/ fluttering among hashtags in digital syllables/ ultimately ordaining innocent bystanders in non-lofty ceremonies/ all this to and the coming there of/ the from/ the undulating gasp of going through/ the passage of adept skeletons/ savvy remains/ moustache and fingernail/ silenced only from never being silenced at all/ stunned into absolutism from always being right and never being right again/ the longing to be part of jolly jolly reckoning/ the eye thing, we stare, and ask only to know who stares back/ not accepting no for no answer/ the comfy comfort of flesh removed from nature of flesh/ reconstitution of relatives and friendly strangers/ innocent bystanders, still innocent, only with nature of innocence disturbed/ trapped like bed bug dreaming of clean rug - look out kid!/ this car crash will make you think/ stop to consider and look/ not for that which precipitates pain/ rather that which making you aware of that which precipitates pain/ prolonging the notion of being an experiment/ one beginning rather than one ending/

barbiturated or not

barbwired band-aid blood clot knots

bandstand sour crow or dixie ocelot

baffled statements in kurt russeled courts of shame

bags of chips with oil for dips ancient hips

bullfrogs chanting on continental slips

bagging the tea-ladys psilocybin lips

backstabbing beehives and knee jives

balaklava whale jerks

basky sharky laugh hurts

this car crash will not make you jitter/ not keep you off twitter/ multiply your genoms de guerre while monochrome birds chirp and flutter/ crossfire baby chords make utter nutter rebirth for melodrama stanzas/ this car crash gives you all the time in the world/ reveals significance of gangbang beauty in single droplet/ lets manifold gasket pyrotechnic regeneration unfold/ puts planetary bukkake on hold/ hell to the wheel/ hell to fire/ infinite mess/ conspire expire wire/ this car crash makes you wonder whether I will be there/ to make up for all the times I was not/ to not be about bodies anymore/ (un)embrace the something new/ find what will be rejected by rodents/ adored by cancerous machines/ the relationship that will have to begin anew/ in the light of nothing i give you nothing that persists/ you are not gone/ this car crash makes you feel alive/ makes spirit wane and splinter on the dashboard/ be reassembled in languid language of deflated carcass' cry/ love longing desire reinstated in look of surprise/ hung upon the face of a moldowian long transport-driver's/ snow flakes dressing eyebrow/ this car crash makes you feel like you have something to say/ a ripple spreading on the black pond of internal dialectics/ without the throw of a stone/ the first movement made from peace/ a stationary wave set in motion/ finally trying your hand at outspoken mortality/ this car crash makes you feel safe/ makes unsplit hairs strut when chafed/ dual airbag sculptural release/ feel like far away from far away from home/ prepares you to enter the dome/ holds you in last hindenburgian embrace/ sets your fluids on fire/ this car crash leaves you undead/ makes you feel loved/ suspends your aptitude for rebirths/ turning bones into trombones for swan song/ makes you kiss and love the face of obliteration/ notice and appreciate the granular shifts in the body/ display all unseen extremeties in last pictureshow/ capable of battle call first and last/ resounding and dissolving in roadside vortex of birches/ separated then from unclaimed legacy/ it makes you eulogise and praise/ this voice that sang but once and left a shining upholstery/ to whoever is listening at receiving end of roadside emergency telephone apparatus/

F I N I S H I S H T

nudge and nuzzle

leaves us here

a shoe or two

spread out like mildew

belt buckle gleaming

and cat's reflection

in a couple of cd's

••••

the I-do-not

of restraint

the finger

in a bowl of laughs

corresponding to

my hair

leaving the body

out of boredom

GOGOL'S PACE

com ye bat herds

fail dexript

in anna's log

and tranny scriptures

from peter's corps

gangbang roars

screw the nice

echo this tic

echo man tricks

la naglemerke

lange reklame

lage armlenke

ea gen makrell

klamre lagene

egen karamell

anal mekler ge

lage kreml ane

anmerke galle

alle ga kemner

kamera gnelle

merke gal alen

la kremlagene

ale markengel

emne karl egal

mark legalene

kram elg alene

l karmageleen

mele anklager

gamle karelen

kelner la gema

le magne rakel

klare gemalen

klare egne lam

men elg kerala

kaller meg ane

reke lama negl

male genlerka

klarla gemene

la lemenkrage

rakne meg alle

alle meg anker

la megla renke

en lam elgrake

gamle aker len

arkal mengele

RAMBO READS RIMBAUD

do not ask me to describe/ the ambience of a cramped compartment at 05:47 in the morning/ somewhere between Tbilisi and Batumi/ ears pricked to surprising cosmogonies/ across me/ from opposite top bunk/ hand extends into and finds rest in the unmeasured centre of room/ silver duckling laughing perhaps/ underneath, a professor in physics from university of Tbilisi reads prayer written on tiny piece of folded paper/ rocking back and forth/ husband, the journalist, sleeping/ drawing blessed breath from hole in throat/ and coughing into tiny napkin clenched in fist/ do not ask me to describe the taste of Kakhetian wine shared yesterday/ or sound of humming baby crying tracks clanking creaking doors station calls/ what can be said/ other than that they are starting to sound like noises from back home/ that wine makes lake in heart/ to swim in boy man old fart/  

AWE RIGHT THEN

do not ask me to shortcircuit the past/ turn galloping hordes of Genghis Khan in the year 1239/ into the scattering hum of a semitrailer slowing down before a herd of farm animals/ to turn the buzzing of a gas tank being refilled in the back of a Mitsubishi Pajero into pillow talk of couple going to sleep on stone ledge in the year 348/ do not ask me to foolproof everything that which is not necessarily there/ it is already being taken care of by a pack of lizards resting on a slab/ taking care of the primeval: stones suns water sex/ reminiscing the humanoid scaling its first piece of rock/ immediately conceptualising every aspect of existence: hunger cold lust pain/ making it possible to enter a paleolithic restaurant in Berlin in the year 2012/ and order unprepared food for 25 euro/ later go home and starve freeze fight hurt/ 

LOPSIDING THEE TRAJECTORY

do not ask me to structure/ another hierarchy of gods/ now that we have decommisioned the old ones/ strangled them with desire in rooms half remembered/ successfully fixed outside documented actions and time/ only the godking's eye saved as a talisman/ your pierced navel/ you are marie and margot/ you drink the crushed bones of the deities/ mixed with blood and milk/ at lunch time between social science and gym class/ you ring the bell of hard times and conversations/ you force the second and third coming of dust/ do not ask me to enter the auditorium where they slaughtered the light/ where shadows are evacuated with a whimper/ leaving smooth hides/ incapable of love worship prayer knowledge/ 

onassis on acid in åna sira

evening out odds/ clearing out ends

untrue registers/ no turns or bends

molten dashboards/ comic's relief

integrated source of fire/ comic grief

the first lie is true or never told/

the second lie is warm if the first is cold/ 

a callous animal begins to shine/ 

after having reached its prime/

bonfire/

empire/

titgrit/

HALLUCINATING REPAIR

turn first section of contract of employment into song of prayer/ tinker with idols not belonging to formal agreement/ not described with monumental absence in church of rock/ little shouts soon tamed/ overpowered in turn by limping echo/ toss abhorrent idolatry in return/ ask not to be counted/ numbered in dire taxonomy/ eulogised/ instead little eggs will trickle down from the summit/ crashing omelets now guaranteed/ little wings slither to and fro/ dip and plummet into useless states/ unregistered by trying/failing angels/ the unemployable/ avoiding cycles of unfit adoration/ counting too number of hours wasted on praise/ the magi/ unfit to scale a mountain/ maintains silent pose in elongated fantasy/ aspects of truth beckons few/

SPIRIT DISMEMBERED

hear me lord/ i am bored/ confidence restored/ hear me jesus/ please please us/ drink my rhesus/ hear me ghost/ bore me most/ more toast/ hear me adam/ down in sodom/ or down with saddam/ hear me eve/ dearest peeve/ hid in sleeve/ hear me judas/ full of buddhas/ never rue us/ hear me odin/ serotonin/ dirty clothing/ hear me spirits/ endless digits/ faultless misfits/ hear me christ/ useless fights/ steel and tights/ hear me saviour hear me saviour hear me saviour/ hear my essence/ effervescence/ stinking presents/ 

VARIOUS DEPOSITIONS

just because/ i hear animals wheezing

in the saxophone of your skeleton

i am not entitled to a song

maybe if i stood up/ the dust

would start singing/ or applauding

before i shamefully/ puncture

my kneecaps/ and retreat

counting the steps backwards/ to desist

in a cave/ you have made of closed eyes

and veins/ stretching into the invisible

you/ leering out of a pit/ with gem eyes/ flaunting an unexcavated chest/ staring with scrutiny/ at something closing/ wherein an object/ a silver coin/ plummets towards the floor of an irrelevant ocean/ pool/

commanding:/ stay in the glass/

there is nothing to see/ outside/

only remains/ of abandoned glass/

sit

in a word

standing up

listen to pessimists/ saying

all has been said/ by other

pessimists

you who have hair/ and other human features/ be thankful 

if the forest/ gets there ahead of you/ have sticks and branches point/ instead of your fingers/ if trees know more than you/ be thankful/ if necessary/ be more than human/ like the mountain within you/ everything

can be left unspoken

EGOLALIA

hundred days might have passed. hundred days since last opposing blank page. filling with awe and disgust. hundred days of what happened. hundred days of what if anything. filling with nothing and anything. hundred days of promises followed by hundred days of promises. filling with god knows what: continuation of promises, exchanging of currencies. street lights and light fails differentiation, windows and vision too. undecidedly different. light will influence him in hundred days to follow. filling with doubts regarding natural progression, thinking himself chosen one more time. hundred days of natural progression progressing towards artificial consistency. hundred days of artificiality to counteract natural balance. filling with force and goals. hundred days of no show. 

OBSERV

you want to change everything in one go

you pay 199 euro 99 cents/ outside

a man wearing a jacket adorned by two wolves howling at the moon/ is smoking two cigarettes at once/ a couple

observes you as you pay/ he

is wearing dark ray bans/ he is possibly writing poetry/ she

is wearing a hat that makes you think of john lennon/ and

is possibly smarter than him/ your

exercise bike barely fits into the shopping cart/ it

is unlikely to fit into a poem/ outside

the man extinguishes both cigarettes under the heel of a shoe you failed to discern/ shortly

after you pass him by/ the

trunk of your car is frozen shut/ it

only opens upon insistence/ you

strap down the exercise bike and drive

off/ you

think of words/ like

girl

girlfriend

woman

wife

sex

fun

family

kids

words/no 
images

MEMORIES OF A PERFECT GENTLEMAN

a door is opened/ but that's not it/ no/ rather/ a door is closed/ but that's not it/ either/ no/ rather/ a window is shut/ feet are healed/ tongue peeled and sliced//

edible mythologies digested/ lips/ moistened shut by phantom muscle/ the syntactic pried open/ "imagining him"/ "we might have met on bullet train between paris and marseille"//

it had already begun with air/ breathmade addicts/ awaiting sinister revolutions/ changes in illogical system fabric/ ink blot chasing pattern in translucent bloodstream//

a door is held open/ the cat flap of perception/ no/ rather/ the elevator of rationality/ "she arrives without presents"/ to a jester's court room/ and the king awakens/ with pointless erection/