black box on
my sleeve
I know there are some good questions
to be asked but I feel responsible
for keeping an ear out for the dogs.
Can I get a better sense of direction?
It was exceptionally rude behavior but
then again I never know when
that semi-breathless halting & as if
unsure speech & carefully modulated
intake of laughter is an affectation.
The rest is complete indisposition.
To state the obvious once again:
he was the psychiatrist & asked
the question as if she was vain
to which any response was giving
a yenta a taste of your own medicine.
Please send some feedback if possible.
This is the lull in the middle of an ongoing
fuck you where one day driving along
the colors change
& you forgot what things once looked like.
If you asked me I'd say:
" I'm like a plant where light
is an unintended consequence."
(I know this because when the ficus stayed there for two days it shook
down fine.)
Outside is merely a different manifestation
of the same on the inside. No need to explain
why space is there for a reason nor the wish
to reconcile rational & irrational layers.
You said you would take the stone off my back
but instead hid in the monkey grass.
My ears tingled then as if burning.
naughty room
[Worley Road, Hertfordshire: 09.08.04]
Gapped the flower curtain out to thundery wait whereas
the river knew of it earlier, matching its other in kind.
Victory is great amidst these parts - the mime
in a silver suit spoke & it was all over
& even
the graffiti along the train line is a link to every
other city where it all looks the same.
Stay off & mind
your hours.
The warning signs are explicit. An eye siezes all
history in 30 minute circumambulations where
to say that constitutes a single moment to & fro.
Hand me your skeleton key.
The door opens & swings precariously, one slat askew.
I now have a foreign accent & the policy to prove it
yet if I fail to look right when dictated, I lose.
It is all a matter of minding.
Through the knotty floor boards, shards of light afoot.
One finger in the crevasse would do it, I know.