oh – all these memories then
pretty sloppy if you want what happened
they catch the shine, that’s all
nothing solid left to return to
no – not one thing (that
ended – just another – call it process
yesterday’s landing craft today’s tourism
but they still keep on diving of course
all this huge & thingy world then
a homeless migrant out of nothing
something like spontaneous fireworks
ending up with just what you are
natural language brilliant for fantasies
makes mud smell of nutmeg if we ask
though it may tell us nothing of here
existing too much likewise in its own right
lost on now some ridiculous plane
totally unsure of what is outside (more rain
always the same abased elements here
until the sky & land no longer know what colour
elastic in what? – I’d say warped & rotten
woven up wretchedly on the cheapest of looms
let’s start up again w/ Harlow & fun
gangs of noisy actual children – agreed upon this