tell me what you’re going to tell me
tell me
then tell me what you told me
the middle bit being chocolate
the outer bits
your forefinger
and thumb
conveying it to your
mouth
from which comes
a roué of notes
and desolation
I never lost my affection for
your vanilla the characters
rising from music
like Lear once heard
in a subway mauling
mauling
or that damned earwig
endlessly repeating
a river
arriving
For original images from which the above image was created, thanks to Bjork (sampled from video clip – permission not requested) and Antoine Rouleau who many years ago gave me permission to use his ‘egg face’.