Sunday a ball of wool
playing into the pause
of kittenish whim
the ant-eater is
sulking again
somewhere in Miso
potamia the soup’s
on the boil around the dark
table amnesia concludes
its temporary war
the girl remembers:
a red coat with gold
buttons and a pocket
the size of her fist
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in black and white
bars
highballs dance
the undertow
of a drinker’s per
sis tent tug
Caligula the name
out of place an animal
thing shuffling into
the shade
bring me a Bombay
Sapphire so I can
destroy myself
quickly
∗ ∗ ∗
penicillin it into your
calendar: mark the spot
save the data when did you
learn to be such an
acumenous accountant of time?
wonder drug
drag time
proscribed
by the doctor who
dispensed days in
small doses the gin
and tonic for your liver
unaware you were
allergic to leisure
∗ ∗ ∗
entering the crypt
ogram of dead in
tentions the rank
odour of in
sufficiency arose to
wards the girl of
little faith
as good as undone
the hair shirt of her
doubt a
calamitous singing
rises from her
navel steeples be
tween her eyes
∗ ∗ ∗
the eel its vowels
a
river two moons ago
the
flattering bank
of a consonant
attention
ale from elsewhere
a
monument to love
in a bottle
foxy lady beware
the
little rascal
∗ ∗ ∗
toxins syntax
flush the syntax
out of your system
with a few cups of
fresh green tea
intoxinate the
doctrine of vice
versa
let things between us
never reach irreversibility
such may be the fate
of fallen angles
of vision geometric
torture weapons
∗ ∗ ∗
the “new brutale”
the bad rising of
an old moon-shaped
sickness my-bad
a cuteness despic
able in the mouths
of babes in this
wood the leaden
pencil writes
fear no one will
look
at ugliness coiling
like a breakable
worm
