VIII

Diary     blue     gold
  dearest and palimpsest
    in need of a better pen
  And you didn't respond

Jumping, and hot
  foul air, and wild eyes
            it was in a meeting
  and I do confine myself
            Describing a point
            A circle around a point
  A certain vicinity
  Draw a line here

Yes, it was that woman
  and she opened her mouth first
    Of the drunken stiffness
    and the three sons
Sadness cruelty cheap magazines
  honesty childlike and failure

But there is a bad feeling
  hangs over this
           You've seen her before


IX

Said too much
           after all, after
                    entering bit early
             determined
                    with a woman I don't know
  Not too much happening
        and the participants
        and the one-shots
                           the doll-girl
        wary conversation

And maybe I failed
  but the clown was very eloquent
              It was my first time there
                                    like that
And maybe I failed, being bored
  my report fills two pages
                  haste typing and fuck it

I remember the fat lady
  Brown eyes circled with lighter brown
    her children were alike
    Something you'll learn to single out


X

Got the tickets
  and I do speed forth
             maybe, drumming

Almost identical date
  and the destination
              now three times over
                         same, same
  Yes I did like the night air
               the wind at night
               and the rhythm
               sleeping not no much

There is a lady
    liked one of the pictures
  A clutter of parked cars
    and some junk there
             shallow perspective

Do I write it down here
  the intent to re-create
              or avoid
                 One always does return


XI

More than before
    or equalling it
    regular expressions
    expectations, automatism

"I dreamed that you were dead"
  and she was very tired
  skipping breakfast
    and hysterical because of the ants

Their houses are of grey stone
  So much different
    and that amber, crystals
    the amethyst fragments
               and the fox fur, dirty harps
    pay for the toilet
         sweet wines

Daffodils, yes - the flowers
          omnipresent
                     dig it
                    dog-brother
                         white blue black


XII

Oh did I already have a line about stars
  And I witnessed a dash being drawn
    my wish is always the same

But I do carry on
          capable
               and no recording is necessary
                              can put it here
                              float, and get hold of it

Cloudy appearance
  and glowing for a while, dots, dots
    Yes some of it is in the eye
                  remember
                            and the fluids have it

Circulation, and you imagine sounds
  friendly shadows
          and the fingers caress dreamy skin
                    fabric of being
  How do you define essence
    a sense of movement
           Light from very far away

21.4.2006



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