hard act to follow

rustling timetables typed by monkeys, travellers

from half happy Harlem

suburb of Rome and all she spent

 

step into the baking plaza

crane at the contrails

 

face you want badly?

what?

sing songs?

The Onomatopoeia of Love?

looks like?

sounds like?

 

your only thought a comet

your only thighs

a concerto for many pianos

 

your hands a passacaglia

gesticulating in slow motion

Auslan for peace (on the one hand)

and crankiness (on the other)

 

at the midnight screening of Funniest Home Videos during the last hours of the annual Sadista world conference a fifties blonde's long nails plough her pouting labia her face a study in concentration her crimson lips mouth 'You will be deaf tomorrow. What will you hear

 

today?'

 

Cap'n Billy Blog of Internet fame champion of the quotidian oft quoted in the Occident Express a gruff fellow with beard says 'Come here my lambs I want to read a bed time story from The Technology of Consciousness' he straightway opens the shutters on an infinite regress a

 

Zenscape

 

closes them again

 

then gratuitously in front of his audience

(indelible in their minds forever)

dies

under

xenomorphic

distress

(the phantasmagoria of all that dwell

beyond the earth)

 

after the gradual Hymnen the Internationale Welsh male choir's wedding the winter of a widow's toccata

 

a leaf falls in Oklahoma

 

or Tibet