line-in
the poet
dreams
about sleeping
in a field of rocks
sentient rocks
that want only
one thing
vanishing
point
decimal'd alcvol
turns a grey
marcel duchamp
around
when he
angrily strikes the rocks
with a walking stick
shouting to stanislavski
in a gruff voice
i don't believe¿
the poet
opens another
drawer
thinks
how much impact
gunpowder had
on the course of
his
love
how much
repetition brings
repetition brings to
a family of
brown bears
learning
idioms
by
example
this cake tastes like rubber
these frog legs taste like chicken
this sundae tastes like heaven
in big
banner letters
I HE EAT /
I SHE EAT
(circle one
when something enters your eyesight
involuntarily
study the causes of sex
on a thin wooden wafer
and steel armature
inserted
through the lovers
all flesh pink and vaginal
the eyes vaginal
the ears vaginal
the skin vaginal
the arms and legs vaginal
everywhere you touch me
i come
to realise
the poet dreams
window
two crows
winces
and goes back to sleep