Seething since 2000*
in the heart of your mouth there's a tongue there's a beat there's a heart shaped like stars & that's where you are (& valentine's day lasts for ten more hours when you're on the line you're mine i'm whining about how time will neither speed up nor slow down & here we are in a zone that's out of time & out of tune with here & there i stumble on & stare out the windows of trains & trams thinking of a powerkus & of tongzoenen it's not a zone it is a kus & it is not like cous cous but a kus a bus full of kussen & there's a hole in the clock & it's stopped the video froze right at the part where we embraced the zero dial a figure-eight face "cut!" yells the director & we just stare (go back to the script & learn your parts i read the in-flight magazines of airlines i have never flown on inspect their routes the clusters of curving red lines meeting in strange locations like maui & nairobi (i exists on some plane level with cloud seen from an airbus like an airkus my tongue is circling inside my mouth & like a shark we never stop moving even in our sleep & gills well what are they for? (learn your lines! this day it is in transit it's a passenger without luggage strolling past a carousel ha ha it says i have no need to wait today is my name & you are here cross-fade these heartbeats dj spin your wheels! love songs are so yesterday (when we have tongzoenen on the tip of your tongue is the destination i will be there in three weeks okay? okay.