could you be flirting with me
(tiny periwinkle of a trip-hop
soundtrack? was that a smile
(pretty vacuous air bubble at the
bottom of this glass? come here
slide down my throat (abstract
freckle of a thirst quencher hobo
of the backwash past (reboot
the soda stream of our invisible
passions (poet of the cafe bar
menu (lifeguard of the frozen
bottle (remove yourself from
this moment (stolen password of my
internet identities (echo chamber
of my dream lover?s rehearsal
refill this loneliness (unbranded
apple flavoured liquid cinnamon
doughnut of a daydream (drink
me wearing sunglasses (crucial
sunshade of a postcard meeting
(intern of the hotel romancers
change my channel (aqua blue
but invisible shapeless nomad
of my early morning coffee
headband greeting (effervesce
my face (pigtail non-plussed
crude translation of a mineral
(once more mit gas (repeat mit
gas (i kiss your aerated body
(pump the spray (ignite the liquid
gel of your sihouetted trace in
the neverending launchings of
your emissary specks (in nitrous
legions (like your kin (the bends


  1. Hi David,

    This is hardly the workings of a man who wants to struggle in isolation. I hope that the realignment of your world is going bonza. I’m going *really* well after a couple of slow years. I’ll tell you about it one day.

    Hope to you when you get back my friend,

    Craig Bellamy
    (online since 1975)

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