On the fifth day we sailed our frozen island out into the shipping lanes. We counted all the evil things and cast them in an ice-hole. They were only numbers. On the fourth day we opened high-yield savings accounts. The refugee camps were fast becoming commuter towns encircling the crater. Jets of steam were seenContinue reading “The Event”
Spilt across a mechanised trackway, Eileen House absorbs the solar flares. Petulant orb commanding eyelines, level and rise. Human disinterest. Spliced, in international waters, you told them the baby was still / inside you.
Pastel turns and we unfold like an aircraft hangar in a field of gold translucent rape. Glaze & stir. My name is Simon. I am your train guard, your personal shopper. Hardware flocks. Green beyond limits. Cartilage locks a vista into –
Cherished pathways back-mutate to nodes. Insist the marshes, the herbals. Static blends. Blue is righteous accident; the young are pale in sci-fi jodhpurs, paintball facemasks. Imbibe them now –
Pale globe inset, you hive. Resist the televisual. There are heavenly musics; turn towards the mirrored screen. Yes, pulse thickens. You. Silver orange blue –
Router is a deep blue. Certain interests of a mercantile nature such as speed and theft. You’ve worked out how to get here? Timing’s key. Through snowfall, radio cars, bank collapse the visionary comes –
Memorised, such as it is. Fringe benefits are nobody’s concern. Translate this: from here to the end of _____ Street you can withdraw cash six or seven times. Over again. Censorious streets, how you suckle me –
A nice lot of Sindy A 1975 ballet body with ball joint hands that are stuck fast to the arms, double cup waist a torch of burning wax All legs click and hold well reduced to ashes his ashes finally Some toes have bite marks doll has lost two fingers and thumb she has hingedContinue reading “Ebay advert for dolls vs Michel Foucault’s The Spectacle of the Scaffold (a mash-up)”
In the back, by the freezer section, I find the Aborigines, huddled together for comfort. Picking one, I draw close to inspect the bruises on its dark, leathery skin. At the checkout I am alone and temporarily forget my PIN.
walked into the mountains (actually rain: rain on path rain on dogs rain falling in the bay through sun direction of ie. towards the fuming mountains (also, on crown of Hitler Youth til slick) where the mist (a kind of purple) clung or shrouded whatever and (it fell on our faces and hands) Continue reading “Pine release”