Friday 24 August 2012

s om e fr agme n ts

blind snakes she turns away from the passing city




follow or don't rub my eyes as you drink your coke




the falling of skin into my pocket some faint ferriswheel




putting my face back in place ”honey, the moon”




birds - something to get over - iron flakes like dancers (and hurt)




a skin like asphalt (or the other way round) we fish for moon faces




don't bother he's a politician unplug the gravity cable




in a corny 80's shirt (those patterned ones, “wild”) adjusting the bladder content manually




“Ican'treallygetoverit” … “get over it” I reply




carsick reading the Gita on a Casio watch “don't blame it on the lizard”




“they grow moustaches and eat their children” a nail root stuck in a sock




concrete Apollo and Diana (mossy) someone uses an old typewriter somewhere




does she “net-date”? I can sit with my hand down the pants (the right one)




if you have something to say get money (and lots of it) first




among the sagebrush a culture of fear erases knowledge




the glass has to be hard and coated some rust sticks to my conscience








Thursday 23 August 2012

113th stone in gelatine

it's karmic?

                        the first yellow
                            leaves -

lumps of
gelatine

                        days shorten
                                (lightwise)

slowing
down
time

                       while I wind up
                           the clock

Thursday 16 August 2012

112th ninja stone

mini ninjas

                                          while pissing
                                          by the edge of eternity
                                                            (as always)

the new spiders
(very small this year)

                                           nothing

glide down their threads
from
the ceiling

                                            is
                                           diffe
                                                    rent

Sunday 12 August 2012

111th washed stone

washing
off
algae

                         a green sea
                         in midair

from the stairs
               (wooden)
                      
                        partially
                        weightless

to heaven
                        in my
                        right foot

Thursday 9 August 2012

110th swinging stone

pendulum moon

                                  was I an ocean
                                                    once?

my vinyl records

                                  the sound of waves

still at
          (what is now)
her place

                                   remains as
                                        tinnitus


Saturday 4 August 2012

109th stone in heavy air

could you
imagine

                      a day for
                      butterflies -
                                (apparently)

the air
quadruple
its weight

                      a mum helps
                              her kids

on a
Saturday?

                     on their first
                     paper round