One / Thing / That's / True

i like to watch

How neatly the heart is folded in her spotted handkerchief. I know what she is waiting for: the right moment. It will herald itself with the following words and rests: "Tuck Me In"- 5 second rest- "Please Do It Soon"- 2 second rest- "Too Late". The next performer will nudge her and she'll hop on to the stage, unravel the handkerchief, and leave the beating mechanism for all (for all with good seats) to see. The curtain closes, the lights go out, she unravels it, switches it off, puts it in her handbag, puts her clothes back on, waits 10 minutes then leaves by the side-exit, ignoring the ongoing cheers and applause. People throw bills in the tub. One man slumps against the stage, an easy enough pillow, and remembers how sweet she looked. "I won't murmur" "I won't murmur" "I won't murmur" he murmured as he turned in his sleep.

Me Me Me

Sitting here wondering
How can I connect
All this. These

Scraps. Versus reality.
But I have seen inside
Some realities, honestly,
I'm not telling you
A story. This is serious.

And what about me?
I rarely ask, but
Often think, I. I.

Selected from SOMETIMES THE IDEAS ARE HAVING ME

concerns 3

i keep pressing release when what i want is
to be strapped in tight. the suit is smashing
against the i'd call it a ceiling, causing much
noise and damage too no doubt.
sleep is not
available but neither really is action. semi-
concentration is almost achievable so i read
lydia davis and josephine miles and jaroslav
seifert aloud. these writers mean a lot to me,
so that if i have to be here i'll be happier read
ing them. i resisted auditioning for reality tv
for such a long time, telling myself it was point-
edly crap. but eventually i succumbed and got
the gig. who knew it would turn out like this?
somebody probably did know, and used us and
that's what really hurts.
my purple sweat-shirt is sitting
uncomfortably today, on the back of the chair,
one arm groping at the latch for increasing the
height. i try to reach it with my sandal but the
endeavour is a flop.

Press Release Writes Press Release

At 02:53 on the 17th of January 2010, the press began. This is the release.

Indeed, so what? Good point. And where we are? In the middle of the beginning, I am already pressing you, remember, you have to be firm from outset. Ah Facebook Now You Have Me. Make an impression.

Like he said, I.. Which of course reeks of intervention. And this line was carved in the table at Ping Pong, as he waited for his chicken-fried squid. Mattering because the strangler had eaten there the day before.

As you know, I am not a crank. As my friend Frank Frink says, frankly my furtive glass will hardly bedazzle. And why not. We all know that we will and are willing. So go on.

Middling, hardly. He phoned the strangler's number. Hello stranger, how are you, both pretending. Gad, sorry glad, to hear it. Are you often pressed in this fashion? Let me tell you, in all seriousness, to be honest. I am the actor, an assistant, marketing executive, people person, personal manager. Officially, I'm freelance.

References available on request.

Please credit me with this.

concerns 2

we're actually just drifting here. i haven't a heard
peep on the system since i heard the i'm sorry.
lucas spends all his time which is also my time
staring out the window which annoys me because
what do all those stars have that i don't. i'm being
facetious because if you had a few weeks up in space
before your food-supply ran out wouldn't you consider
it a politeness to be friendly to the only voice you'll
hear, the only company you'll conceivably have, unless...
which would be far far too crazy, but great. my pasta and
vin santo are strapped to my thigh. i play some music
in my helmet and i imagine what it feels like to have
a bath and read in the bath and rip pages and step
out and leave footprints on the carpet and put slippers
on. and then come back ten minutes later having written
poems on paper with coffee and tea ink-washes and still
see them there, the prints, by the bath. i say all this aloud.

concerns

does this make me look like an owl?

does this make me look like a spider?

does this make me look like a tortoise?

does this make me look like a real man?

does this make me look like a hotel manager?

does this make me look like a millionaire banker?

does this make me look like a celebrity big brother star?

does this make me look like a retired university professor?

does this make me look like a reader of eastern european poetry?

Don't read these. (Metamorphoses)

The voice was
different

is
different

when you read
it.

x

If your team
doesn't hit
the target,
you'll be out
on your own.

x

The release, the
transformation -

(again) remind me
why I should

write it
down.

x

Little pictures

• Look!

These machines
in black and

• Wait!

x

Don't you
leave me
here

in your
ear

(or your
pocket)

x

the voices were

x

Consume
an orange
in a sudden
movement and it
can

x

vanish. The hand is quicker
than the eye, Grandpa says

as I decide I am not losing
the present tense.

x

Do I digress?
Diverge $ oops -

bulge?

Only when I find
myself, solely
in company

truly
alone

x

sirens

x

sometimes
I wish

I could remember
the beginning

to explain
this end -

There
was an orange -

Wait -
I can see
company -

Shapes? Strange
machine quietly

clacking / on the

surface - now

changes // tone

x

The voice was
different

is
different

when you read
it. Don't leave

us, don't
you

did

This

The Divided Self On Facebook

Can someone so careless / sneak in?

I has no heavenly
meaning : it rings
hollow, as they say

sounding louder than
you, as if

you were

Alive