peter jerrim

easy decision

nobody knows how a j curve explicates the wonder of surfaces but foreign influence erupts in deep dirt

you asked for a holiday from memory but never thought it would mean different sizes of infinity and nothingness

dropping forever not counting personal favours though this time they come from the frog of the gaps

you thought eleven eves only would be sufficient for progeny, and the one adam i’m rubbing off course

deletes the apostrophe after every desirable but i still want to tangle your legs, dreams that they are

for propelling thru n dimensions when clocks are irrelevant, genteel, measured, masturbatory – a table spins oranges – that’s your dumb luck

get back get your act together get up get on with it get

gone