Hi, it’s me. Really, it was great to see you again. Our time together is always brief, I know, but at least this time I made time to sit back and think. Enjoy myself. Indulge in beers and long walks on the beach. I liked those moments we had alone together. Sunsets yes, legions now,…

It’s just the future. We can’t hear it here. A midnight rain, detected by our moon-white arms. Slow dances around a secret pole, a dangerous dip in a sea. That’s all it is. It’s less than seven. My playlists, haunted by the aromas of Hoogvliet. Stars to guide the airplane. Gliding over the jet-black facilities,…

A soft freeway of bicycles propels me through the fog. Following strings of lozenge lights towards future’s mills and runways, our departure’s earliest signals barely warm. A fern’s puzzled twist as the passageway elopes. Kudzu. Jungle hums, for the planet’s relief. Teams of tomorrow under bramble guns, silk tissues and gauges. Blasted from the womb…

Days since I spoke, muted trees. Patches of light on my skin. The sun’s echoes. I hide in parks, or kill time in shopping aisles. All the good people here. Moved along. Fixing at someone else’s address. Wet hair at tram stops. An idea you had for harnessing the air. I forget how it was…

Lying on a plane like lizards gasping for air. These new territories toxic as liquid gold or phantasms with no name. Down by a dusted ferry terminal for yesterday’s new deliveries.† File these hopes under miscellaneous cargo – or send them to me, cash on delivery. Lovers mingle with the lonely in a crowd. Bastilles…

do monkeys eat bananas with their tails or is that just another urban myth? & if they had computer access don’t you think they’d use that tail to move the mouse -† or is that just another red bandanna gag? & if they could send us emails (what do you think they’d tell? writing from…

like a murder suicide yesterday’s tiffs became today’s shower of glacial regret hit on the head by super large moriapo*† left winded bruised & read-dead on our set-list stories of lost orders events tragedies that come in threes like the drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins the lipstick trace a circular argument nobody heard a…