there
is water
somewhere
I
know ‘cause I heard about rain
I saw
them
carying
the canisters
in
very long processions
that
made me humanly desaturated
justify
my teeth of a non-smoker
paint
someone’s pathetic friends
into
something daily edible
I’m a
heatbody enough to know the difference
between
the presence and the un-presence
sometimes
there is no difference
meadows
of ovens that shine from afar
a
mercy for a matinnee with a cancer lisp
as
sure as a morning piss
as
sure as flying saucers flying over antwerp
the
lights are out the staff’s gone home
nothing
left to cut the skin the liar on
no
one left to talk to myself to talk
all
the mouths I won’t make laugh
are
paying for my seat
but
the muscle of all muscles is awol
if
you come back
I
promise I’ll paint you back with black
the
body and the no-body
the beauty
and the cellar
remember
me I am the enemy
just
give me the moment
I’ll
buy me the moment
when
my throat shrivels to a ripcord
through
which nothing can pass
not
even the key to the room
out
of the gloom
into
the bliss
of
all things dark small and edible
as
sure as a morning piss
as
sure as flying saucers flying over antwerp
play
it again
I say
play it again sam
oh god
do you know
what’s
going on down below
promise
you’ll know what it means
promise
they’ll know what it means
promise
they’ll know how how much how deep
without
dysinfection
digested
for masses by the strangers with glasses
full
weight
right
through the heart clean shave
through
the muscle of all muscles
when
I can’t be a miracle
may I
at least be a shoulder
me I’m
hollow
I can
swallow
anything
as
long as there’s a colour to miss
my
hand’s grateful for being able to write this
as
sure as a morning piss
as
sure as flying saucers flying over antwerp
January 2011
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