“I step into a blue funk.”

—Blue (1993), dir. Derek Jarman


naked now naked-down & wreathing

           in         wards i make my way up

anzac pde. a red car a red small car                   comes

           towards & pays me no               mind

                      even as at feet it webs hm i don’t

                                                       care? i don’t
           i was wet, a traveler, & on the milk

of strange being!—nursing several questions

           as question

                              of several questions ah how slinky

& autoincestuous           time sticking sparkling to me
           if tucked, backwards, into

                                                          itself WILL
wait in front of the trucker loading himself into the truck
loading itself into the street loading herself upwards this
what?                 “microcinema”             blue is blue all over &

           of the everything—i                           was watching it

or him          was watching i light is multiply meandering 
      & just how

                       are video signals caught,           tortured?

           i was getting fucked over by closed-circuit tele-vision camera

                        [little electric impulses shotـــــــــﮩ٨ـout of       me, watery, dying]

           camera καμάρα a vault “chamber or bedchamber” “a judge’s private

office” & if in-:in          “Law. in the privacy of a judge’s chambers”—
           derek “i” am semisuccessfully mummified pornography

& i pórnē           ; drive-unrotting, image, moldy, bleu cheese;
derek, is the whole room bathed

blue me the mold & the mold? 
           rain, bluetinged, swallows me whole & unanswered