brad is an apprentice pilot &

the weather is perfect then

the instruments return an unusual reading

how is outback life anyway


does distance bother you i feel like

it’s only measurement like seatbelt hacks

for the bored passenger / the transit

experimenter derek left the conversation


read my/his friends critically removed you

critically, friendly-ly, an extreme-pronoun-reader

under lamplight is this a fictional place

if so how does it link with the real do people

ever talk of other places like how to get

to this place from this real place


what is my understanding of things

how is my memory made how many people

will you sleep with is this a life will there always be

more questions is it all about this dodgy register

pinning you to action enforcing a time-spend

on being effective


empathetic fuckboys clustered in the gloom

else lithe otters unconcerned with the viewers

60% of the time everything is true & a real problem

& dumb & i’m always ready for strato-cumulus

but other vapour variations surprise me like you

so pretty linking arms as a barrier in the pre-mist


pooling bffs into barriers into psycho-geography

we’re hardly immortal just worn out a bit at

an induction meeting listen it’s the silver kettle blues

& time doesn’t feel inexorable enough not never

ever (i’ve got complaints with momentum too)


gravity waves are bitchy roadblocks

just barriers & you have to lean into me so

i can hear the things else i can’t

write & what’s the point i mean