peter jerrim

down in the earth bowl the maggot storm the particle stream the chlorophyll compote starlight across the gauss fields raunchy with dew a woman drives her monday school tableau dim targets on the country road beside her her mustard three quarks in his hand full house proton perfect hums wiper blades snug torchlight congealed on his brow code brown code brown as the woman drives her heart unfolds like a fungus spore clouds puff the windscreen mycelia thread quarkness he hums a thirties song in diminished mementos she steers at shadows then the dawn jumps up and grabs a mike to interrupt the endless daisy-chain of days code brown would mr hum contact switch please mr hum contact the switchboard hum snipped one last in the husband the abdomen the cavity below then thanked the receptionist nodded dr alfaz stripped gloves detailed theatre sister scrub nurse et al mentally emailed anaesthetist doffed mask gown boots slipped on low-micron jacket mobile pager fired tremulous farts in the corridor approached the foyer his first communion the sacrifice of all his ways paging mr hum mr hum you are urge oh mr hum there you are your wifes on the phone its extremely she’d been asleep demisting glass in a video store in albuquerque that only rents eisensteins while jerky grey customers wait in the rain when the news came is that mrs hum its the police here sergeant i am sorry to ring you at this hour are you awake now they drive at dawn under the plate glass sky wondering why it should be their daughter they want mandrake to gesture hypnotically a cadenza of vitamins a consolation of pharmacies to pour in reversible time this is radio 9LO-FM your easy listening station with news coming up in one minute but first ive got a call here from donna at bacon bay hel-lo donna and what did you do think of her digital dreambyte protocol all figures and thumbs from the excited people who brought you realise your once in a lifeboat network international promise plan the video here promotes environment internet revolutionary future you have a dream? the cattleman’s comfort the fortunes of crows vee mulls the saab coastways through violet scrub sobs hymns from childhood veers from a semi which exits a side road heads east with the visor down meanwhile her placid amigo hums bel cantos from CDs twists to the back seat and pulls from a briefcase his laptop wurlitzer lunch box chemistry set childe hum conjures oranges from grey meals brick veneers lit by the dawn suprarenal the alpha blockade volume replete plasma and entry anterior severe hypertension tachyarrhythmias when tumour removed hypotension phentolamine norepinephrine operative mortality about 3% vee has breakfasted hum and in muesli memories of kim maree milk talk spurts from the past the dom peri daze the showers in the seventies the havana condolences after the boys had been born the vasectomy arguments the probability child the ovum in venice the gondola girl should have been easy vee’s face strained like an O she cried like a gull and a birdling bawl was born when vee walked from the ward her blousey balloons tingled with mozart while she tumbled in mare dreams hum clicked the remote PLAY FAST FORWARD SCENE: jellyscreen shimmer vertebrae curve heart primal ultrasound bud DISSOLVE TO: pale flash vermilion slit cheese blue the veins the clock hands whiz DISSOLVE TO: bub sucks the baptism barbecue guests glance fireworks at night DISSOLVE TO: labradors rollicking pancakes syrup party dress tantrums and tears DISSOLVE TO: the visit to venice again backpacks the coffee and gold DISSOLVE TO: three-year old in munich skull batters her brothers DISSOLVE TO: goldilocks in botanical screech cocky pond rolldown the slope DISSOLVE TO: the pride of erin in the kangaroo community hall DISSOLVE TO: penalty shot thighs elbows whacks past collegiate goalie eruptions high 5s and the trance team returns to position DISSOLVE TO: kayak dips fast out from a bright beach and bathers DISSOLVE TO: on skis in glarefoil laughter in barracks the joke sleeping bag candles and songs DISSOLVE TO SCENE EXTERIOR: mountainside grey alpine vegetation snow scraps glow PAN FROM LEFT: eighteen year 12 babes boulder hop on scree the lone piper the endless cerulean the vapour trail JUMP-CUT TO FALLEN STUDENT: kim maree ZOOM IN: helpless splayed laughing looks at sky ZOOM IN: mouth lips teeth apricot cheeks laughs and laughs DISSOLVE TO: white ribbon rafter triathlete cello swimsuit ovation DISSOLVE TO: graduate in black skirt blushes camera DISSOLVE TO: hunks and lovers and streamers and sodas and STOP PLAY SCENE EXTERIOR: grey mitsubishi colt driveway kim maree squeal prays hands to her face father approaches from pocket appeals ZOOM IN: kim maree tears open envelope reads card and the keys SLOW MOTION: key in the chrome –the slot in the slit of time THINKS hum the goldfish in his head nudges surfeits feeds on vague algae sucks the halo of slime from a kirlian photograph an echidna drowned in a tank keeping cool at oregano olympics is it the same fergie of monaco who stuffed cowboy boots hand sewn for ranch employees with a handsome cash surprise to help their childrens education or is it rocker tommy lees ex wife telling distraught baywatched pamela anderson dont go back he pleaded not guilty to alleged spouse and child abuse while the reclusive yoko ono anywhere with son sean would imbalance the jekyll and hyde madonna hype and daniel day to be a dad again taking a break during the shooting at lourdes yves klein’s models naked with bouffants print indigo on a blank board a canvas a cave gods’ eyes press the gazebo they built a special understanding during the photo session her private life was never broached but you glimpsed the sadness within slung from his invisible dirigible hum contemplates the five marks of venus magnificent directors cut powerful and cinematically exciting version of the masters masterpiece kenneth branagh and kate winslet a loess a shale ashamed peals repeat from pasteurised plains an amazing awesome pumping powerhouse of a night sunday long weekend LAST RIGHTS in conjunction with ZOOPRODUX present a DAYCARE JUNKIES event RESERVOIR GODS featuring DISKO GYM CULTURE DAEMON and FRESH video graphics by POWDER MONKEYS photography by DOXOLOGY flier design by 3RD MARBLE art direction by ZOOPRODUX presented in 3D surrendered sound TECHNOCOOLER lighting winner of 5 AKA awards including best soundtrack best supporting DJs best production in the embryo gardens of the pacific lovers on lone islands masturbate in the sunset expected (today) globulus (mcarthur) from fiji woodchips bunga delima (piesse) from melbourne containers goliath (CSR) from melbourne cement the officer of the third watch hears soft horns distant music by ennio morricone available on CD and www.cumwatt.com.au cor anglais haunts chasms the flute prints earth deep dint the glade’s velvet vee who itches for hum theres a castle by the sea gloom its walls running with blood the tiny soldiers who defend the battlements jerk off onto the heads of the climbing amazons below (together, with doppler effect) vvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm blue light pulses and the white stripe of the rear vision car pull over pull over police the bart simpson pinocchio portent infant piccolo gladiators nets and tridents short swords clubs chains pikes spikes and javelins the musket and cannon the breech and the recourse to noose the rack and the fire the browning colt 45 six shooter quick draw movietone release the battery battleship destroyer carrier gunship submarine cruiser harbour lights B52s in nam the gatling bazooka machine gun rocket launcher the tanks comic hero commanders post WWII the nukes in silos subs and bombers the mobile ICBMs game plans and countdowns the generic antiviral signature scanner snapshot restoration algorithm client protect and then the beagle boys arrive the broken glass of photographs pressed like stars in their engaging eyes down = gravity/ everydaughter = kim maree / death = vingt regards / fractal = towards earth / tonight = this present life / TV = life / kim’s epiphanies = pixellation before death Celtic one five. Radar’s indicating a line of weather, ah, which appears to be moderate, ah, probably heavy precipitation starting about, ah, five miles ahead and it’s... We can’t climb over it... my best friend tastes like raspberry rosemary and licorice allsorts the swell of her cleavage the microscopic peels of lipgloss she’s a twinkling wanking screwing squirrel of a friend her picnic hamper full of sausages i’ve sucked them all in the paradise of my mind the stiletto of her times tock tock tocking puncturing the woofweb Jock. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Turbulence? Hobart, there’s some weird looking weather ahead. Ah, heading change right to avoid it. what’s morse code for movies? i said she whistled it good as a sine wave interrupted viva indifference! this time she blew up twice her normal size  Celtic one five, squawk alpha bravo kilo. No. You’re heading into what appears to be the heaviest part now. We’ll try... Okay. Here we go. Ride ’em cowgirl. Hobart, we’re out of twelve for fifteen. Ride that bull brahman. in piero’s coffee house i sit in twilit dope embargoed reading ts eliot nibbling the cheddar of dead parliaments humming van morrison waiting  Celtic one five, Hobart, altimeter twelve niner three zero and cross forty miles northeast of Hobart four six zero knots. Ladies and gentlemen. Ensure your seat belts are on and securely fastened. Cabin crew remain seated. when my coven sisters come words like burning golf balls float from their lips behind our backs the heat of flames dancing the rumba we understate in sad degrees the rembrandt reproductions in plastic gilt on roseate walls Celtic one five, Hobart, what’s your speed now? the virgin in the lab the iron maiden the green lantern lightning theologians of the third ague argue but i know nothing of their algebra writing is my religion Ah, one five. Roger, maintain one four thousand, Celtic one five. We’re trying to get it up there. Roger. Okay, ah, one five, we just got something busted I think and, ah, we’ll try to get it up to fourteen. pixellations the dots the RGBs the printouts photocopies of batwoman comics the queen’s head green on a stamp the girl’s own companion cards in the cornflakes netballers skateboards plastic in packets oh mum the time look at the wall the clock the red line sweeping while i slept the song of the wild woman as she danced the slutter of time Celtic one five, you say you’re at twelve thousand feet? Affirmative. That’s okay, ah, are you squawking alpha bravo kilo? Right engine won’t spool. Our right engine has failed. the strain of the beethoven nights the opus in summer under the walnut hammocked and hungry i hummed the viola later i sought icecream secrets dug choc chips from vanilla tubs squirted chardonnay from mum’s chateau de cardboard my mother—mary in cana her two boys practically jesus and james turn the water into wine jesus do as you’re told james turn books into movies pets into ashes boys into cherubs inflated with helium propelled by farts they fire darts at sweethearts Celtic one five, roger, and, ah, I lost your transponder. Squawk alpha bravo kilo. I am squawking alpha bravo kilo. Tell him we’re at twelve thousand feet. Alpha bravo kilo. We are squawking. Alpha bravo kilo. Have you a technical problem? Affirmative. An engine failure and cannot maintain altitude. my hip knee smooth back bends white warm skin goose bumps my tightness and flow my neck slender tummy tight i’m fresh hard narrow and slick my short hair bobtail listening to the songs of the sixties over and over again the days of lightness when moving was easy as dreaming and words fell from my face like pearls on a roof data from planets where no probes go Celtic one five, you are cleared to descend and maintain ten thousand feet. The other engine’s going, too! Left hand engine. Confirm engine failure. Left hand engine. Hobart control. We have suffered a dual engine failure and are presently descending. We require the nearest suitable landing field. the measureless slab of australia scene from the back of a land cruiser on leave from a lifeline when all i wanted to do was to play monopoly Cleared air present to Launceston. Qantas off to your left about fifty miles at fourteen thousand feet. We’re not going to make it. Look at that terrain. We’ll have to dump her. In the water, Dylan. Oh, fuck. lost in hydrangeas when i stared at a leaf i suspected the throb of huge engines running the world rotating it forcing the vein through the green the bloom through the rust pushing the cat’s head lower as she waits by the pool Ladies and gentlemen. We are going to conduct an emergency landing. You will need to put on your life jackets. Which are under your seats. We’re down to eight thousand. starting at the thump of wallabies at night and quick quolls under the moon Okay. Airspeed adequate for hydraulics. Sink rate on target. spielcheck my memories dad said wind in the reel of them pull the fish from the surf the dazzledom calling the rock mercies crisscrashing on the yellow sands shaking the smell of the salt the sea lice the foam the froth the fish eggs sperm in the surf the spunk in the swell seaweed sensations the cold legs the fish on the hook gaping [sound of trim actuation] Shit! Shit! Loss of both systems’ hydraulic quality. Hobart control. We have lost all hydraulic power and have limited flight control. the time of great challenges the thousand finger hoopla and how to blow up a class the teacher who started a story and took a whole year the pillow between me and rubbed rubbed with the sooth uh ah of the x in sex how i rode that pillow jammed between and pulled the warm smooth and tingle oooh the window open in daytime the pines pinups vaguely above the angles of warmth and diffusion the tempera of cavaliers’ boots distant thunder and my room’s brass doorknob reflecting the sea Straight ahead to five thousand feet. a letter for sale dead diaries and old fashion mags the halitosis of hades the song of the pop-up toasters in post-holocaust calm dingoes drag babies through aisles while checkout kids yawn in the dawn distant calls and whimpers at night more dynamite  Three thousand. Jock. Forward, forward. Easy on the yoke. We only want… Come on, baby, forward… Forward. Just barely. the princess the pink potty displays her simian ware doesn’t care Dylan, we’re going down, Dylan… I know it. (final regards of kim maree and vee read one at a time or all at once with various FX ad libRegard du Père the membrane of the father his hand his Saturday cheek his no and hello hung stomachs when he drove us over the ‘dip’ he shot rabbits and locomotives smoke rings rising the geegees on 9LO the racetrack prattle quiet beers and surprises his sleepy dick under the bonnet tinkering Regard de L’Étoile on the moors a man runs holding his unzipped viscera sirens and sailors razored from old atlases writhe in his hands it’s his horror movie hospital it’s night the gas giants rumble in the wards babies scream they mouth their mothers their vacant mouths suck and slobber over aureolae L’Échange by the way darling have you seen the exchange between earth and air through the keyhole the solitary wasp lays eggs in the fresh and paralysed grub then seals it with mud made from specks of dirt and spit back and forth she flies through the house before winter Regard de la Vierge the empty face so full of grace the child in the chute the blisters on the moon the bags under her eyes her desires her incontinent dreams her necessaries smalls and roundelays fluttering the sword raised to the lips of the angel then the moment of beauty and intrusion Regard du Fils sur le Fils the bird in the mirror the child dreams the mirror the bird the rays the Valium ghost between silver empty the shards of bird brides mirror the child steps in a spacewalk stealing the stars the bars of light and silence when only the child’s eyes see the child Par Lui tout a été fait walk on the bridge in the wind in the dark 20 metres down gulls beat upstream then wheel away 50 metres down the water’s black candy the event horizon so it’s back to that old recipe for disaster graveyard of mothers the years being stromatolites in seas of despair Regard de la Croix in the library the rainforest I sang but not a human voice came out a god not my god I’ve heard her voice before turning the pages ululating among the gums his voice was different it split the wood in Mandelbrot patterns spat the cream my brain again again Regard des Hauteurs the girl with willow pattern eyes ran on a seamless beach it was 1964 two sandpipers kept a safe distance before her on bright vibrating legs meandering then broke into flight slipped over the slick the wash the breakers as the girl fell she saw them in vertical climb Regard du Temps in our son’s mansion he’s got this huge TV it’s never switched on but all day long across the screen reflected cloud tops promulgate in slow minutes while the flare of the sun is boiled to a dollar arcing blindingly down to the bottom of the grey green well Regard de l’esprit de Joie two stroke aria chainsaw in the hills then the shuffling silence after the credits then Marilyn Monroe in her sewn-on happy birthday Mr President dress wriggles onto the stage (gasps, pauses) faces the audience opens her mouth a tremendous voice comes out O Freunde… Première communion de la Vierge and the words are my magazine and the heart falls through milk and the trees spread their roots and the cathedrals vaporise and the hand the hand descends slowly to click together an aluminium cross on a bright hill in Memoryville USA then panic stations for a sad sequestrian La Parole toute-puissante if I once had breasts then now I slip through shades where secret tumours hide I never stop to wonder why books slide from shelves they’re listless rumours their saliva chokes my mouth the intransigent past performs like seals – my parents who once were tiny faces in the sky Noël while the slugs of the universe excrete their pristine pearls the good wife slaves under her hot husband someone a man maybe she chose without looking too close he’ll do my womb will soon be full and the starry host will burst onto the screens of our flesh again Regard des Anges genetically modified genitalia glow in the dark virtual sensations expand the wave front beats into the waiting host legions of fans scream for rock idols they shoot intimate text messages graphics porn they flash swarming multidimensional strings of massively redundant digitally recombinant information into darkness the camera obscura shunt Le Baiser de L’Enfant-Jésus I’m Oedipus Googolplex the latest Nobel laureate I’ve been licked by lions employed high flyers set fireships adrift among galleons masterminded missions impossible yet still they accuse me of mediocrity I’m imperturbably opposed to odyssey what do I want stop time when do I want it now now now Regard des Prophètes, des Bergers et des Mages luminous gifts but it’s hard to remember who gave what the manger’s empty the cartoon comet’s gone the camels doped the prophets dumb and the shepherds settling among their sheep again count their blessings while they can – these mushrooms which have spored strictly for one night only by demand Regard du Silence Christo cling wraps members of my family they struggle to speak words come out like bubbles they move like slow chrysalises exposed they are films without a camera saturated with black strips of negative wound around them like cloth around a mummy wrapped in light they dissolve in vortices Regard de l’Onction terrible tap tap I enjoy being a cripple tap tap my stick on the nave’s parquetry strikes iron on the worshippers’ ears tap tap goes the heart beat drum beat so bad for a mad pope’s mood tap tap the tympanist in the choir smashes the Vatican Valhalla vampire brood Je dors, mais mon coeur veille to the besieged governor of the clouds in the year of the cuckoo (after I walked in moonlight and pricked by the wind a particle entered my bloodstream and proceeded by flashlight through crimson video malls into the limbic) your call is important but all our operators are busy Regard de l’Église d’Amour the view from the flight deck’s all roses wave upon wave of full blown Albertines emerge from the fingerprints the vacuum galaxies in soft convoy pink under starshine they parade their slow lips parted they sing of the wind in the trees and the scent of earth then and forever (years pass) hum throbs on his pillow carillons of words echo in the dark bottle his pseudosilence unformulaed he’s an einstein of errors filled with filmic episodic grief now his life is colostomy colours the cosmos the fire shore a peregrine adventure over the face of the west vee tears the fetus from her breast i tried to sleep quietly while hum worked through midnight to oxidise his brain hhhhh… mature age through med school a miracle i wont forget porridge your mother the phone and you couldnt afford a watch for a year james wetting the bed till nine was it ten? hum just opens the tired tissues swishes around for an artery a vein … kim maree in the moon looks down sadly   ...   like lint on her blue suit vee clings to the night her wanderwear discreet mounds of captivity moving in swanshine … vee hums past times past the afterFX of love   down in the earth bowl the maggot storm the particle stream the chlorophyll compote starlight across the gauss fields raunchy with dew a woman drives her monday school tableau dim targets on the country road beside her her mustard three quarks in his hand full house proton perfect hums wiper blades snug torchlight congealed on his brow code brown code brown as the woman drives her heart unfolds like a fungus spore clouds puff the windscreen mycelia thread quarkness he hums a thirties song in diminished mementos she steers at shadows then the dawn jumps up and grabs a mike to interrupt the endless daisy-chain of days code brown would mr hum contact switch please mr hum contact the switchboard hum snipped one last in the husband the abdomen the cavity below then thanked the receptionist nodded dr alfaz stripped gloves detailed theatre sister scrub nurse et al mentally emailed anaesthetist doffed mask gown boots slipped on low-micron jacket mobile pager fired tremulous farts in the corridor approached the foyer his first communion the sacrifice of all his ways paging mr hum mr hum you are urge oh mr hum there you are your wifes on the phone its extremely she’d been asleep demisting glass in a video store in albuquerque that only rents eisensteins while jerky grey customers wait in the rain when the news came is that mrs hum its the police here sergeant i am sorry to ring you at this hour are you awake now they drive at dawn under the plate glass sky wondering why it should be their daughter they want mandrake to gesture hypnotically a cadenza of vitamins a consolation of pharmacies to pour in reversible time this is radio 9LO-FM your easy listening station with news coming up in one minute but first ive got a call here from donna at bacon bay hel-lo donna and what did you do think of her digital dreambyte protocol all figures and thumbs from the excited people who brought you realise your once in a lifeboat network international promise plan the video here promotes environment internet revolutionary future you have a dream? the cattleman’s comfort the fortunes of crows vee mulls the saab coastways through violet scrub sobs hymns from childhood veers from a semi which exits a side road heads east with the visor down meanwhile her placid amigo hums bel cantos from CDs twists to the back seat and pulls from a briefcase his laptop wurlitzer lunch box chemistry set childe hum conjures oranges from grey meals brick veneers lit by the dawn suprarenal the alpha blockade volume replete plasma and entry anterior severe hypertension tachyarrhythmias when tumour removed hypotension phentolamine norepinephrine operative mortality about 3% vee has breakfasted hum and in muesli memories of kim maree milk talk spurts from the past the dom peri daze the showers in the seventies the havana condolences after the boys had been born the vasectomy arguments the probability child the ovum in venice the gondola girl should have been easy vee’s face strained like an O she cried like a gull and a birdling bawl was born when vee walked from the ward her blousey balloons tingled with mozart while she tumbled in mare dreams hum clicked the remote PLAY FAST FORWARD SCENE: jellyscreen shimmer vertebrae curve heart primal ultrasound bud DISSOLVE TO: pale flash vermilion slit cheese blue the veins the clock hands whiz DISSOLVE TO: bub sucks the baptism barbecue guests glance fireworks at night DISSOLVE TO: labradors rollicking pancakes syrup party dress tantrums and tears DISSOLVE TO: the visit to venice again backpacks the coffee and gold DISSOLVE TO: three-year old in munich skull batters her brothers DISSOLVE TO: goldilocks in botanical screech cocky pond rolldown the slope DISSOLVE TO: the pride of erin in the kangaroo community hall DISSOLVE TO: penalty shot thighs elbows whacks past collegiate goalie eruptions high 5s and the trance team returns to position DISSOLVE TO: kayak dips fast out from a bright beach and bathers DISSOLVE TO: on skis in glarefoil laughter in barracks the joke sleeping bag candles and songs DISSOLVE TO SCENE EXTERIOR: mountainside grey alpine vegetation snow scraps glow PAN FROM LEFT: eighteen year 12 babes boulder hop on scree the lone piper the endless cerulean the vapour trail JUMP-CUT TO FALLEN STUDENT: kim maree ZOOM IN: helpless splayed laughing looks at sky ZOOM IN: mouth lips teeth apricot cheeks laughs and laughs DISSOLVE TO: white ribbon rafter triathlete cello swimsuit ovation DISSOLVE TO: graduate in black skirt blushes camera DISSOLVE TO: hunks and lovers and streamers and sodas and STOP PLAY SCENE EXTERIOR: grey mitsubishi colt driveway kim maree squeal prays hands to her face father approaches from pocket appeals ZOOM IN: kim maree tears open envelope reads card and the keys SLOW MOTION: key in the chrome –the slot in the slit of time THINKS hum the goldfish in his head nudges surfeits feeds on vague algae sucks the halo of slime from a kirlian photograph an echidna drowned in a tank keeping cool at oregano olympics is it the same fergie of monaco who stuffed cowboy boots hand sewn for ranch employees with a handsome cash surprise to help their childrens education or is it rocker tommy lees ex wife telling distraught baywatched pamela anderson dont go back he pleaded not guilty to alleged spouse and child abuse while the reclusive yoko ono anywhere with son sean would imbalance the jekyll and hyde madonna hype and daniel day to be a dad again taking a break during the shooting at lourdes yves klein’s models naked with bouffants print indigo on a blank board a canvas a cave gods’ eyes press the gazebo they built a special understanding during the photo session her private life was never broached but you glimpsed the sadness within slung from his invisible dirigible hum contemplates the five marks of venus magnificent directors cut powerful and cinematically exciting version of the masters masterpiece kenneth branagh and kate winslet a loess a shale ashamed peals repeat from pasteurised plains an amazing awesome pumping powerhouse of a night sunday long weekend LAST RIGHTS in conjunction with ZOOPRODUX present a DAYCARE JUNKIES event RESERVOIR GODS featuring DISKO GYM CULTURE DAEMON and FRESH video graphics by POWDER MONKEYS photography by DOXOLOGY flier design by 3RD MARBLE art direction by ZOOPRODUX presented in 3D surrendered sound TECHNOCOOLER lighting winner of 5 AKA awards including best soundtrack best supporting DJs best production in the embryo gardens of the pacific lovers on lone islands masturbate in the sunset expected (today) globulus (mcarthur) from fiji woodchips bunga delima (piesse) from melbourne containers goliath (CSR) from melbourne cement the officer of the third watch hears soft horns distant music by ennio morricone available on CD and www.cumwatt.com.au cor anglais haunts chasms the flute prints earth deep dint the glade’s velvet vee who itches for hum theres a castle by the sea gloom its walls running with blood the tiny soldiers who defend the battlements jerk off onto the heads of the climbing amazons below (together, with doppler effect) vvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee hhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm blue light pulses and the white stripe of the rear vision car pull over pull over police the bart simpson pinocchio portent infant piccolo gladiators nets and tridents short swords clubs chains pikes spikes and javelins the musket and cannon the breech and the recourse to noose the rack and the fire the browning colt 45 six shooter quick draw movietone release the battery battleship destroyer carrier gunship submarine cruiser harbour lights B52s in nam the gatling bazooka machine gun rocket launcher the tanks comic hero commanders post WWII the nukes in silos subs and bombers the mobile ICBMs game plans and countdowns the generic antiviral signature scanner snapshot restoration algorithm client protect and then the beagle boys arrive the broken glass of photographs pressed like stars in their engaging eyes down = gravity/ everydaughter = kim maree / death = vingt regards / fractal = towards earth / tonight = this present life / TV = life / kim’s epiphanies = pixellation before death Celtic one five. Radar’s indicating a line of weather, ah, which appears to be moderate, ah, probably heavy precipitation starting about, ah, five miles ahead and it’s... We can’t climb over it... my best friend tastes like raspberry rosemary and licorice allsorts the swell of her cleavage the microscopic peels of lipgloss she’s a twinkling wanking screwing squirrel of a friend her picnic hamper full of sausages i’ve sucked them all in the paradise of my mind the stiletto of her times tock tock tocking puncturing the woofweb Jock. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Turbulence? Hobart, there’s some weird looking weather ahead. Ah, heading change right to avoid it. what’s morse code for movies? i said she whistled it good as a sine wave interrupted viva indifference! this time she blew up twice her normal size  Celtic one five, squawk alpha bravo kilo. No. You’re heading into what appears to be the heaviest part now. We’ll try... Okay. Here we go. Ride ’em cowgirl. Hobart, we’re out of twelve for fifteen. Ride that bull brahman. in piero’s coffee house i sit in twilit dope embargoed reading ts eliot nibbling the cheddar of dead parliaments humming van morrison waiting  Celtic one five, Hobart, altimeter twelve niner three zero and cross forty miles northeast of Hobart four six zero knots. Ladies and gentlemen. Ensure your seat belts are on and securely fastened. Cabin crew remain seated. when my coven sisters come words like burning golf balls float from their lips behind our backs the heat of flames dancing the rumba we understate in sad degrees the rembrandt reproductions in plastic gilt on roseate walls Celtic one five, Hobart, what’s your speed now? the virgin in the lab the iron maiden the green lantern lightning theologians of the third ague argue but i know nothing of their algebra writing is my religion Ah, one five. Roger, maintain one four thousand, Celtic one five. We’re trying to get it up there. Roger. Okay, ah, one five, we just got something busted I think and, ah, we’ll try to get it up to fourteen. pixellations the dots the RGBs the printouts photocopies of batwoman comics the queen’s head green on a stamp the girl’s own companion cards in the cornflakes netballers skateboards plastic in packets oh mum the time look at the wall the clock the red line sweeping while i slept the song of the wild woman as she danced the slutter of time Celtic one five, you say you’re at twelve thousand feet? Affirmative. That’s okay, ah, are you squawking alpha bravo kilo? Right engine won’t spool. Our right engine has failed. the strain of the beethoven nights the opus in summer under the walnut hammocked and hungry i hummed the viola later i sought icecream secrets dug choc chips from vanilla tubs squirted chardonnay from mum’s chateau de cardboard my mother—mary in cana her two boys practically jesus and james turn the water into wine jesus do as you’re told james turn books into movies pets into ashes boys into cherubs inflated with helium propelled by farts they fire darts at sweethearts Celtic one five, roger, and, ah, I lost your transponder. Squawk alpha bravo kilo. I am squawking alpha bravo kilo. Tell him we’re at twelve thousand feet. Alpha bravo kilo. We are squawking. Alpha bravo kilo. Have you a technical problem? Affirmative. An engine failure and cannot maintain altitude. my hip knee smooth back bends white warm skin goose bumps my tightness and flow my neck slender tummy tight i’m fresh hard narrow and slick my short hair bobtail listening to the songs of the sixties over and over again the days of lightness when moving was easy as dreaming and words fell from my face like pearls on a roof data from planets where no probes go Celtic one five, you are cleared to descend and maintain ten thousand feet. The other engine’s going, too! Left hand engine. Confirm engine failure. Left hand engine. Hobart control. We have suffered a dual engine failure and are presently descending. We require the nearest suitable landing field. the measureless slab of australia scene from the back of a land cruiser on leave from a lifeline when all i wanted to do was to play monopoly Cleared air present to Launceston. Qantas off to your left about fifty miles at fourteen thousand feet. We’re not going to make it. Look at that terrain. We’ll have to dump her. In the water, Dylan. Oh, fuck. lost in hydrangeas when i stared at a leaf i suspected the throb of huge engines running the world rotating it forcing the vein through the green the bloom through the rust pushing the cat’s head lower as she waits by the pool Ladies and gentlemen. We are going to conduct an emergency landing. You will need to put on your life jackets. Which are under your seats. We’re down to eight thousand. starting at the thump of wallabies at night and quick quolls under the moon Okay. Airspeed adequate for hydraulics. Sink rate on target. spielcheck my memories dad said wind in the reel of them pull the fish from the surf the dazzledom calling the rock mercies crisscrashing on the yellow sands shaking the smell of the salt the sea lice the foam the froth the fish eggs sperm in the surf the spunk in the swell seaweed sensations the cold legs the fish on the hook gaping [sound of trim actuation] Shit! Shit! Loss of both systems’ hydraulic quality. Hobart control. We have lost all hydraulic power and have limited flight control. the time of great challenges the thousand finger hoopla and how to blow up a class the teacher who started a story and took a whole year the pillow between me and rubbed rubbed with the sooth uh ah of the x in sex how i rode that pillow jammed between and pulled the warm smooth and tingle oooh the window open in daytime the pines pinups vaguely above the angles of warmth and diffusion the tempera of cavaliers’ boots distant thunder and my room’s brass doorknob reflecting the sea Straight ahead to five thousand feet. a letter for sale dead diaries and old fashion mags the halitosis of hades the song of the pop-up toasters in post-holocaust calm dingoes drag babies through aisles while checkout kids yawn in the dawn distant calls and whimpers at night more dynamite  Three thousand. Jock. Forward, forward. Easy on the yoke. We only want… Come on, baby, forward… Forward. Just barely. the princess the pink potty displays her simian ware doesn’t care Dylan, we’re going down, Dylan… I know it. (final regards of kim maree and vee read one at a time or all at once with various FX ad libRegard du Père the membrane of the father his hand his Saturday cheek his no and hello hung stomachs when he drove us over the ‘dip’ he shot rabbits and locomotives smoke rings rising the geegees on 9LO the racetrack prattle quiet beers and surprises his sleepy dick under the bonnet tinkering Regard de L’Étoile on the moors a man runs holding his unzipped viscera sirens and sailors razored from old atlases writhe in his hands it’s his horror movie hospital it’s night the gas giants rumble in the wards babies scream they mouth their mothers their vacant mouths suck and slobber over aureolae L’Échange by the way darling have you seen the exchange between earth and air through the keyhole the solitary wasp lays eggs in the fresh and paralysed grub then seals it with mud made from specks of dirt and spit back and forth she flies through the house before winter Regard de la Vierge the empty face so full of grace the child in the chute the blisters on the moon the bags under her eyes her desires her incontinent dreams her necessaries smalls and roundelays fluttering the sword raised to the lips of the angel then the moment of beauty and intrusion Regard du Fils sur le Fils the bird in the mirror the child dreams the mirror the bird the rays the Valium ghost between silver empty the shards of bird brides mirror the child steps in a spacewalk stealing the stars the bars of light and silence when only the child’s eyes see the child Par Lui tout a été fait walk on the bridge in the wind in the dark 20 metres down gulls beat upstream then wheel away 50 metres down the water’s black candy the event horizon so it’s back to that old recipe for disaster graveyard of mothers the years being stromatolites in seas of despair Regard de la Croix in the library the rainforest I sang but not a human voice came out a god not my god I’ve heard her voice before turning the pages ululating among the gums his voice was different it split the wood in Mandelbrot patterns spat the cream my brain again again Regard des Hauteurs the girl with willow pattern eyes ran on a seamless beach it was 1964 two sandpipers kept a safe distance before her on bright vibrating legs meandering then broke into flight slipped over the slick the wash the breakers as the girl fell she saw them in vertical climb Regard du Temps in our son’s mansion he’s got this huge TV it’s never switched on but all day long across the screen reflected cloud tops promulgate in slow minutes while the flare of the sun is boiled to a dollar arcing blindingly down to the bottom of the grey green well Regard de l’esprit de Joie two stroke aria chainsaw in the hills then the shuffling silence after the credits then Marilyn Monroe in her sewn-on happy birthday Mr President dress wriggles onto the stage (gasps, pauses) faces the audience opens her mouth a tremendous voice comes out O Freunde… Première communion de la Vierge and the words are my magazine and the heart falls through milk and the trees spread their roots and the cathedrals vaporise and the hand the hand descends slowly to click together an aluminium cross on a bright hill in Memoryville USA then panic stations for a sad sequestrian La Parole toute-puissante if I once had breasts then now I slip through shades where secret tumours hide I never stop to wonder why books slide from shelves they’re listless rumours their saliva chokes my mouth the intransigent past performs like seals – my parents who once were tiny faces in the sky Noël while the slugs of the universe excrete their pristine pearls the good wife slaves under her hot husband someone a man maybe she chose without looking too close he’ll do my womb will soon be full and the starry host will burst onto the screens of our flesh again Regard des Anges genetically modified genitalia glow in the dark virtual sensations expand the wave front beats into the waiting host legions of fans scream for rock idols they shoot intimate text messages graphics porn they flash swarming multidimensional strings of massively redundant digitally recombinant information into darkness the camera obscura shunt Le Baiser de L’Enfant-Jésus I’m Oedipus Googolplex the latest Nobel laureate I’ve been licked by lions employed high flyers set fireships adrift among galleons masterminded missions impossible yet still they accuse me of mediocrity I’m imperturbably opposed to odyssey what do I want stop time when do I want it now now now Regard des Prophètes, des Bergers et des Mages luminous gifts but it’s hard to remember who gave what the manger’s empty the cartoon comet’s gone the camels doped the prophets dumb and the shepherds settling among their sheep again count their blessings while they can – these mushrooms which have spored strictly for one night only by demand Regard du Silence Christo cling wraps members of my family they struggle to speak words come out like bubbles they move like slow chrysalises exposed they are films without a camera saturated with black strips of negative wound around them like cloth around a mummy wrapped in light they dissolve in vortices Regard de l’Onction terrible tap tap I enjoy being a cripple tap tap my stick on the nave’s parquetry strikes iron on the worshippers’ ears tap tap goes the heart beat drum beat so bad for a mad pope’s mood tap tap the tympanist in the choir smashes the Vatican Valhalla vampire brood Je dors, mais mon coeur veille to the besieged governor of the clouds in the year of the cuckoo (after I walked in moonlight and pricked by the wind a particle entered my bloodstream and proceeded by flashlight through crimson video malls into the limbic) your call is important but all our operators are busy Regard de l’Église d’Amour the view from the flight deck’s all roses wave upon wave of full blown Albertines emerge from the fingerprints the vacuum galaxies in soft convoy pink under starshine they parade their slow lips parted they sing of the wind in the trees and the scent of earth then and forever (years pass) hum throbs on his pillow carillons of words echo in the dark bottle his pseudosilence unformulaed he’s an einstein of errors filled with filmic episodic grief now his life is colostomy colours the cosmos the fire shore a peregrine adventure over the face of the west vee tears the fetus from her breast i tried to sleep quietly while hum worked through midnight to oxidise his brain hhhhh… mature age through med school a miracle i wont forget porridge your mother the phone and you couldnt afford a watch for a year james wetting the bed till nine was it ten? hum just opens the tired tissues swishes around for an artery a vein … kim maree in the moon looks down sadly   ...   like lint on her blue suit vee clings to the night her wanderwear discreet mounds of captivity moving in swanshine … vee hums past times past the afterFX of love