whether the shells of the earth
yawn and lay down their arms over-through-around
each other i do not know
or the connectedness
all the houses all lit up
and the network stretches all
over the earth's shells
i do know myself in shells
myself though fully wired
on the level-online most
of the time
i sense a disconnection in
myself never fully satisfied
spacing between breaths eyes all tones of brown hair
(why do they all have brown hair?)
clicking my tongue in mouths
left on read entering reality in a manic-hyper-way type of way
often i do not know what of
myself is real beats away
for whom lowered tired legs on bed frames
from walking days lays down in company

i think i got pleasured today
though i'm not too sure
all the days are blending into
multitudes-lists; detailed studies of
colours jump-cuts freeze-frames
names of people whose lives i
should know about
and their works

i'm pretty sure i smoked today
and i will do it again
fulfil myself
as an existentialist
for her it is about laying down on the ground
but the meaning is different to me
i must take off and be free

they're probably still somewhere in the forest
the Red one discovering
vengeance; the forest from beginning till the end and
even the roads
no trace but then
up above in the
window stood He, his face and his lips
he was licking suggestively
saw and ran

"as if it
wasn't enough the hundreds of hours"

there was no trace but
He had succeeded
standing completely outside and very

"why you wanted
me" bitterly, "i have figured you out. i am
completely something-someone
visible"
then they called him the last disaster changed into
a Constellation
upset: imagine. did i
overextend for Him-

"let us go home" i have
beauty

"there the dog is" Red coming into being suddenly; that
better back

and always the wild cheers
and always the new flushes of neo-bubbles the golden
spritz the extravaganza the flow the flush again the flush the witch

if only the dark brew the clear foam of necks scaled and breaks-evens
if only four miles without eye's sighs and brown leaves of life crumpled under gloved feet the feast blaming jupiter for everything

so the plain thigh calls out dedramatise me lip my inner skin
so turnover your glass nose stiff mouth bloodshot shin it’s partaking
at one to five in the morning should bed’s seconds allow it

so i am wondering do you ever think of me
if only in shifted night vision wine-blurred mind drifting
and always a little bit melodramatically nostalgically charged, lovely

noodles is for distant
people)
the plant; which milked
on me
or might be my spit

(it was

have to clean off the
clouds
sky looks a bit damp
on me two
legs are undergoing

love-

your small mushroom
alone
in a delicious room
layered
this is the neo-frontier

in overwrought knots i lay afloat
how does the
how does the chest not disintegrate into
darkest matter not even my feelings can be seen from space
still i feel and as if i am littlest changing

i am walking through dark energy keep
bumping into hidden thumps hidden dumps thriving
holding doubts into one hand clasping change into the other
i wish i could be one millionth of the feelings stirring

i could walk within walls would see you for who you are
the feeling are like nebulas they cloud me yet
are so vibrant like so stains quite a spectacle

neither the past stains nor the rain paths emerged could
stipple out where rays reach me and should be the truth teaching

long may the straying feelings travel

you are now responsive you are now here you are running and
i understand
i am running too though i don't know what from
can't seem to sense my
enemy, should there be one he must be like the moon
am i like the moon do i even understand
what that means have i not fallen upwards have i not
hit my head on the moon or
the ceiling
hard to tell when the eyes they flee from me
am i not transparant am i not marvelling am i not
alone should i not see alone
i am attached to you like an anchor i have flushed
the water over my head and flushed away in me
whatever understood that situations
like this might be unique i
crumble your candy between my fingers and moan
i am a raven pull my belt tighter around my waist and fall
of the roof the ants are running
my fingers the driveways the spider
is laughing in a corner my wrists are painted
red i am in a bunk bed can only reach you through copper wires
tomorrow i'll run to the city

THROW IN AT DEEP END I
I if flame unattainable
I love flames feel inner softly
some breath sometimes in me
me falls me falls me falls
"excursion: left cardiac valve"
right here, I unafraid great mount
remember amount and to me freedom
shown scream stick to me
and why people sleep only
shadows here is burn my room

THROW IN AT DEEP END II
the waves break upwards: Sisyphus
the waves break downwards: my chest
the time breaks upwards and my
eyes follow the fall, I admit I fall

THROW IN AT DEEP END III
you might be space major and shall
we build each other's closeness and you have
so many hands that I am a bouquet
of lines, a visual thump, a
one-man-party, a red apparition
a study in Red, a song of whisper, a
blue card on white wall we forget I am a
tourist