676
now
I have my own timezone
(jetlag
series 3)
how
am I in this washing machine?
how
many cycles to go?
the
wave is riding me
white
horses home
flat
as a board I am
but
feel the wave's firm toes
I'm
waxed to grip
and
will not itch
here
I'm with my art
wakeful
with what's
in
front of my nose
feet
up – and curl
into
the clock
of
where I was
and
am, will be
prolegomenon
the
grammar
of
what I'm doing
an
essay in continuous line
a
headsup really
for
some shorthand truth
of
drift into the spots
come
colour!
this
little pill went to lodging
this
little pill's like a hat
and
here's the last I take to heart
love
to be out like a light
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