I held my hands and they felt fantastic
I tasted my tongue
Cross-eyed, I examined my eyeball
( with my other one )
I tried to contemplate my own mind
but, to my horror, I found it contemplating me instead.

My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavement
I remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia
and a carved carrot that looks like a flower in thailand
and being told to wipe with old newspaper to avoid smears when cleaning windows
and the moon is not the same way up in both hemispheres
suddenly my friend is here again, "I told you not to let go of it" he laughs.

Lets not construct anything then
and bypass analyses altogether

lets just seem to be
foam that fizzes above the Gaussian sea
momentarily
then splash back to be pure statistical chance

So I see this guy stop in front of me and smash his radio against the lamp post
earphones still dangling from his face
and I wonder if he bought it at the $1 store.
It is night time and the street is dry
perhaps it is summer.

Those mountains came closer
today whilst your pale face browns
and things spin around each other
and open up into themselves
and curl towards you timidly.

Another Decade folds into your face.

I wasted my day again hanging around the market place
leaning on the wall pretending to feel bored
hoping someone would take me for a fool
and offer me a job.

Midday, this brown haired man in his Japanese van
asks if I’d lift a sofa for 20 pounds
(poor fool doesn’t know that money is meaningless to me)
Fell asleep for a moment on the short drive up the hill
and ran away when he stopped for gas.