Saturday, November 15, 2008

Oh? (2008)


These trees are too neat! – we left them
where they were. Next, & forgetting 'the
endless text manipulates by fatigue', we
fall awake: city’s tough & blue. Boys on
the tram singing madeup unruly songs of
girls they broke, replete with names. Let
them be collected, like that will happen.
My jetlag was cranky. Bit you in the
ear, no message left. Now check for our
current location. Two rooms of
techno, we fall awake. News enters
through the mouth. The gods are back,
replete with names. Let them be
collected, endless text. We just
left
them where they were. The digital
planet – which is that? Here we must
force ourselves to breathe. Oh, we’re
both writers here, soak this up while
raiding 'the commons'. Which planet is
that? Tough & blue? Now I'm confused. I
am not alone. We’re both writers raiding
the commons. Here, a handbook on
optics. Soak this up. These trees are too
neat! Are our bays radioactive? I’m now
confused. Hold down Ctrl when we get
ahead. Consider the difficulty of that
request. Codes for living in were quickly
devised. Neat trees are in our blood.
We must force ourselves to breathe.


Below: street art in East Village, New York City. Photo by Annamarie Tendler.

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