got some more books. if you want the collector’s edition.
this stretch of big sky of specious damp rice husks
burnt into a great cloud-apeing plumes –
everyone has lost a dog or found a pack / this we report.
Kelly can you buy a rumour, swap an endangered
language? watch her pile a heritage schoolhouse onto
a truck Curate it for later pleasure. make her do anything!
we’re all communications ministers,
here it’s planned space. the lull after
service providers forward the email to Jenny, ensconced
in her own agency, a secret wet-land threat.
every moment spent holding my forehead / each addition to time
aeons spent getting to the point / a bell with the door matched
the bell from the router & your name & i stopped,
now making tea, without any through-line.
as part of a moneyed dynasty I’d settle for mad basketball skills.
you were born like me then chose to lie, to write crime-fiction
we’re never caught in the rain like it used to be
it’s just not as easy:
a flat-pack existence – delivery fees & looking for your blanket.
rain outside the op-shop. no you have a nice day!
bald tyres, cross-device reminders, & ‘playing for big points’.
you haven’t met Peter? i’ll remember that come the future / fronting a
tribunal of some sort…
pop-up-me – leveraging sentiment / facing signage we admire classic
stained glass ‘i saw a brown snake’ she echoes in the dusk,
like a claim to this & us, like artificial recognition else representations
of us, everything is easier outside with places:
full / still / with us.