The phone won’t charge (or why it’s not poetic to use ETC)

Car starts

And time

The spookiness of an octopus

Moving slowly backwards the way they do

Like penitents

They slither out of the Proterozoic

Layered onion eye eclipsed over pizza

This time in the summer bird’s song begins at 4:15 am

It was just the longest day

Writing up these notes

Listening to La Monte

Guzzling coffee thinking about the future worrying about the past

Running down new corridors and avenues of the same maze

They just look different I have two new companions I need to guide

Not just take them to the foot of the mountain and leave them there like us

See it’s there again snatching out of the past dragging backwards like that infernal writhing squid creature

Gauzy mollusc eye unpredictable twilight beast

The childcare life the refrigerated bliss of the frozen section

Morning bird song slowly unfolds into chaotic dissonance but strangely harmonious

Helicopters buzz band saw rock drill sirens kids wail cheer scream talk a guttural debased Hebraic mind sore

A rough Zen beast slithers down Nevsky Prospect or the Seven Sisters road you decide

Roughly shod hooves clopped across borders once now I need five passwords to make it work

A triangle a star a brilliant sparks some energy please!!!!

Fear of God held men in place for hundreds of years, fear of God and the fear of men that wielded Gods authority on Earth

Now fear death or poverty, dying in poverty etc. sleeping souls bleeding rough in a bus shelter having cold coffee poured over your head like a living hell better off inside why then commit a crime the greater the magnitude the longer your stay at her majesty’s pleasure what a ridiculous phrase to take pleasure from all the men locked up

Bindweed with its hurrah white trumpet flowers creeps around new rose bush have no fear

Floating enormous dragonfly cargo cruiser metallic purple and gold and humming low frequency

Dominions?

It’s a fantastic word, nature’s wild dominions

Escarpment?

Also a fantastic word. He broached her rocky escarpment and handed her the flaming batton of his heart.

Five hours of piano minimalism to what end to carry home a bag of beers.

To understand where and why to undo the seasons rain or block out the moon thoughts howling into the night like a pack of wolves inside your head tearing at the thought that got separated from the pack ripping it to shreds

In the beginning monks controlled the words just like those other men of God we mentioned earlier

Once the words are liberated history of mankind changes, now the codex has been thrown from its horse walls of ideas replaced the novel a singularly painstaking undertaking.

TODAY I ATE MY SALAD WITH A SPOON

For Wallace Stevens.

A small cruel stain on

The word spreading like port wine

Brushed over thick black bristles

These vicissitudes feel medieval

As we hunt boar through the urban lanes

Soon to taste a proposal sweet

In the knowledge that a chastening or a cooling off period

Could ecstatically revise

This new found sense of being alive

To chew up the words again and spit them out

With renewed vigour

Amen