the hard drive a still hum, a natural pilot light

to goad essentialism, wind bringing things out

into the rampant today of an open room.      'mojo'

skulks away misunderstood. a curtly folded media-release

flutter is your orchestra rustle. i'm lacking a train route

& just filling out the questionnaire / assured /

taking on the stakeholder persona, singing the department

store chorus above our heads: this won't be quoted correctly.

but laundry moments like they were before –  the room humid

with cooking cotton, air a fractured cold out any such window.

even finding stashed cigarettes & bristling at the illogic,

how it becomes us.      summer dresses in winter;

the first thing in the cupboard.
a zombie stare of near to distant past mottles my voice,

irate voice of future negotiations. i can't decide. people

studied your poster & sticky tape while you hid deaf

against lighting structure, the public sculpture,

publicly keen as waxed apples on the table.

charging $5 for audience development

      (invoice me).
she thought the spaces suggested only limited things (meaning you were wrong that time). et cetera & for example, the better arrangement brings forth the more user-friendly interface, the more effective transmission of data, & absence won't imply infinite optioning. there is only to be the first assumption / the binary concession of inaction. you'd better prepare for scenarios that are delimited by a false a & b. else i'll sick my dog on you.
& so & so forth.

cluster bomb in the wendys.

the pink t-shirt loop.

you remember x talking about the system of

the longer tract (the apparent necessity) you

remember yourself repeating it (the uncertain

truism) & you remember y grasping it

with not too much enthusiasm. you you

you. how silly it all seems, lines from special-k

commercials in the 80's making a mockery

of your chaos-theory, the snickers wrapper

walking off to mate with a tolkien book.
the path to that lecture hall looks like touching a little puppy.

let it lick real madly & cutely at you. i can hear the

      protective way things wrap you up.