Kit Kelen #410 - parts of a Taipei ponder

410

parts of a Taipei ponder

procession

the one with no head

he is following

she with no heart floats

into the future

camera adrift like the sea

everything said comes

umbrella under

funny hats

basket scones

pretending things must mean

the dog mask

the pig

the part of the vacuum cleaner connects

in uniform

bearing the lanterns and drums

elemental

the paper with the spells

like leaves

still falling

like notes tossed once typed

the chanting and the ring around

who flower strewn's to leave us

a fire and all of this river beside

then of course the rain

don't know where this is going

I live inside a contradiction

plenty of room there

the roof's held down with chicken wire

at a loom

and ox along

over straw bridge

man next to mountain, heart

two penises grow from the very same tree

you see the digital underface

the weight of things

once picked clean

what flashes on one screen

bears no relation

it doesn't matter you can't read

all in the one vagina vanish

we are smaller than writing

there's a kind of stumbling on

we're what can't be helped

one word at a time

we go

inside the body

all industrial scale

you want to attach antlers

you want a wild wind stirring

and hail or sleet for otherworldly

chase twine

some other colour

unravelling

down stairs

everything reflects

if you catch at the right angle

we'll be black and white again

and I am among them

not enough pixels

to pinch myself

awake from

out of the dream

there are more

the headless ones

of the wardrobe hang

all self-ghosts

any could en-soul

tin can be head

and basket straw

the rusted thing

was once to purpose

rubber to a road

now lost

the abstract light casts

the habitable truth

(as noted)

truth is just a little beam

only one climbs the stairs at a time

a ladder drifts the whole world round

if you slip away

there's time to do

and there'll be time again