“means that your life has been so boring and

and it needs some challenge and excitement”
& it was just a baby
The scene in Tokyo Godfathers where the trio

run through the streets trying to find the

stolen baby and hear her cry

in every baby’s cry as though they can hear

every single baby crying in Tokyo right at that moment

like Amelie counting all the orgasms happening in Paris right at that moment

& then HLB’s ‘Children are the Orgasm of the World’

& then the psychic reading three weeks ago

said babies are a thing of the near future

because babies

are always about the future

they manipulate Time

so that it dilates

into the present

much like the inaccurately named

Science Fiction
I like how science and fantasy are shelved together

           ( pitted dates

                     / enemies to lovers )
Shelving and receiving are both bookseller terms

which you can take how you like

like gender, who shares its root with

genre, general, generic

: a kind—

            a sort—

                     family, nation—

                                          birth, born, produced—
Goals:

baby’s bottom brain

suckling at this year’s pale damp rabbit

my pinecone creaming sky milk

into the Γαλαξίας κύκλος (look up)

minty fresh start

sleeping in fresh French linen freshly vomited on by

Grizabella
I am learning how to

listen

to summer’s rich dark bleat
“The artist’s greatest difficulty is to make it stand

up on its own”  (What Is Philosophy?) 
parent to child—
At age three I could not

so fourteen years of

σώμα/soma hand stick

slapped

into balletic aesthetic

which is to say

apart from the global symptomatic

being unable to stand

taught me obstacles 
Earliest memory

bars of crib

a feeling of television static

warping dimension
ESP sings in C sharp

hypnotising her growing turtle

who says AH when I sing LA

(& is secretly

an Ancient Punk)
Niece screams FULL BA

at the bursting pale

sister-in-law, I, she

all yell chant

at the night sky body

that rhymes with bah-LOON
May she never unlearn

what she was born with
What more is there to tell

than what lies between action

& not-action?
Those who play devil’s advocate

have never met the Devil
The noon bell rings

& then does not
The nowness of a nipple

The secretion of asleep
& the future only tells

what you listen to