notes on potential loss & gain

a speech

i'll be as vague as i can be right now because i am stoned out of my thin paper wrapping. my exploded sense of "being here" says oooh slowly and seductively though there are skeptics in the wings. just up, i am the candy coated swede of chairs and the view from chairs, the rows of me sway a drunken choir and walls encroach something but it ain't my space. cartoon rifles zoom across the inner air, now what do you want to know. the pure slut of me says touch my explicative, let us break things up for it is the new day. it is damn simple to discuss the top layer when the openings in the fabric are laid out for our inspection though we mustn't bother. the treadmill hollers for a window - typers on your mark. and this is the radio. chunks of prose tumble to the breaking waves of russian symphony debuting in paris, all the old timey ho's are in dark doorways with their cigarette breath and we are passing through corridors in the now, if you say so, and just after. just call me functioning, in the morning, baby. familiar television screens are long faces at your desk with your coffee cup discourse. the movie is in rewind, the scrubbing soundtrack speaks a miniature language. it's got appeal. this is the best we've felt and now that's over. now this is a groove for machines.

blondes

i put caffeine where the ganja was. hot day jobs stab our eyes and burn our newspaper fingers.

there was a bird in her hair. many joggers jogging differently, jogging around and around the pond.

the bird in her hair. the grey sky was a blank screen on which the yellow headlights streaked pleasantly.

postnote (a narrative)

destructive lucas walks through the door. he fishes for a flame but cannot find a lighter.

lighters will come through the air when i call for them.

watch.

~

now go tell it where you found it, get the cashiers of the firehood together for nog n cake. when you catch your breath let it out and if your face contorts when you shout tell them of my explicative, and after you've let loose, like a breath mint, you'll spin on the screen and the text will surround your roundness. thus you will earn your dinner. now we have discussed persistence of vision.

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