the crescent curve of his back

when flame touches skin

stitching sinners

he peeled back the sheet and slid his hands
with the speedy syntax of channel surfing.

Recommended temperature should not exceed 42 degrees.

the time we got the hypertext      working wed run out of blue

and cockroaches are the hieroglyphs of home.
This insect has a protective coating

China 	12 	touristing

surreal but you a suitcase. his      grace stank. the tone like an

(all) together from other things
Chairman Hu, people of China, mission

carrying the bag

he will draw two knives, and one lettuce leaf

visitors will bring food and gifts
wealth flows backwards as well to

behind us in the kitchenette

and who, for all his troubles, failed

each line along his brow.
tree snake coiled itself like a stowed garden hose around

rectangular down pipes supplied with fitting instructions

coffee slurped smoke in-out		the salt rising to the surface

flecks of leaf and breakfast smudges and wattle pollen
a time of mood plantations

		a thought, unheld, 	to be forgotten

a lash, hardly at all. And Derrida's graffiti

the monk replied.
jingle & follow protocols after

	 your chaos-theory, the snickers wrapper

Bertolt Brecht noticed something similar

dusted on his writing desk
was forced to grow vegetables for soldiers

for the moulding in the starch

by a manufactured lake. It shimmers

	there'll be no billy ocean
spilling over glistening stones,

all green thought flattery by this

gazing at the decor    a glass too tall

of a stereoscopic image. There's no comparison.
written on your lips

in clay? Or scratching them in polished stone?

tell me

sorry, it's conclusive