Going back, last days we spent them

on the verge

of the peninsula, behind hills,  

feeding each other peaches and banana chips,

to your father’s sailboat,  listening over

and over that song ‘when it's good, it's so, so good
when it's gone, it's gone’

it was already dark and my head drooped forward,

limbs grew loose and

clung to each other, when you touched my nape,

I flinched, embarrassed, and that is when we saw

two flickering eyes in the bushes by the road.

pyramids pyramids nil palms

where it grows into lobster

we saw it once

wiggling in the water

away from swelling 

a tranquilized horse

her robe  was hiding seared lieves

shreds and fillers and muzzles

to see a flash burn once again in that bowl

there it rose 

a triple candlestick 

a rubber monkey dangling  on her hip

threads vermicelli mylar confetti rains down

rubber monkey is a rattle against the hip

initiates  with her eyes shut

pours and aerates

all flounced the altar a shooting star

a child wrapped in fat a lonely woman

with tiara seashells on her breasts

we saw once

her raffia wiggle

revealing the dwarf shrubs

cattle grazing in rangeland

a set table open mouths to catch dripping sauce

a triple candlestick

flying and dangling covered with zircons

served raw with a slice of lemon

to gentle pressure when held in the palm of the hand and squeezed

cushioned

noodles stretching in greenery

spirally arranged leaves on long shoots

dolphins through hoops

lights the candle and begins

sun-bleached Reid

Violence wasn’t Reid’s style




although he wore a belt too tight



that held well his pants



now what are you doing there
against those sand dunes

peeling an orange

lying burnt on cliffs
holding your stiffness under an unsettled dress


with incongruous hairdo
looking like a small-town woman

ovine eyes

things were electric and the days

were long

in small towns where people easily

get bored

the situation has a situation

your tongue was out

when I tried to reach it

your eyes glowed like a flashed flock

in the dark

in the fruitless dark

cold as ever

cactus is male

fading dog shows

we captured in her divorced mother’s

room

she ate all her letters

or turned them into confetti

stretched out

on unfancy pillows, blanket

you gaze was fixed elsewhere

she ran a casino

she was the owner’s wife

she wasn’t her parents’ child

I can give you a ride

and your eyes glowed

you can go home now

leave me here

things were electric and the days

were long

A WILD GIRL WITH A TOTALLY FREE SPIRIT YOU CAN FEEL IN EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES.
I AM IN LOVE

AND HE LET DOWN HIS PANTS

WIGGLING AND WIGGLING

AND SHE ROLLING

AND RIDING ON AN  INVISIBLE SADDLE

THAT’S HOW IT GOES

WITH SHADOW BULLS, FLAT AND TAPESTRIED

STOP THE CAR

BUT I SAID

AND THE DISJUNCTION BETWEEN THE WORDS AND IMAGES ADDS TO THE MELODRAMATIC FLAVOUR

WHERE ARE YOU GOING

CAN I COME WITH YOU

THOSE WORDS I FOUND ON THAT VERY SADDLE

BRUSH YOUR HAIR AND

COME TO BED

SPECIAL DELIVERY

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER

MAMMA, THERE ARE WOLVES

IN THE HOUSE

AND A FULLY GROWN MAN SUNBATHING ON A

RUBBER DOLPHIN

A WILD GIRL WITH A TOTALLY FREE SPIRIT YOU CAN FEEL IN EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES

I  HELD MY BREATH

OH BURNING INTERIOR

AND OH THE EARS IN THE WALLS

AND OH CRYING SHAMES BABY OIL

SEALED WITH A KISS

The burst of a crystal bowl was a warning

Door forced open

The smell of musculature

Heavyweight and metaphorical

Hammered down

I need you to be still

And he drove me around

Down the oily highroads

Passed garden furniture and

Church

Gave me his revolver beneath his belt

He was a chauffer

Kind,

Although asked things in return

I raised my fists towards him

Looking at his woody arms

And woody ankles

So I look away

Speed up

Bars gave me strong hallucinations

So I look away

Holding that picture of greasy sausages

And embarrassing grim 

But he could as easily pull a carnation out of his sleeve

I raised my fists towards him

But hearing the sound of his engine comforts me, foams me

His frosty voice

As much as the joyful dip in his chest hair, chest pain, a deep

Zoo, a full bloom 

She sat on the couch playing with

Her hair Couldn’t care less

About a plum on his eye

I asked myself how would it be to have

That kind of face

Naked face with almost a smile and

Sweat moustaches above

Outside stood for nothing pool

(cos she could only run in a fluorescent haze of

the beach)

While I was wondering about her face

Sticking it onto places like discos or changing

Rooms or just a neutral cream background

So that her face was endowed with

kind of elasticity

So ceremonial

Always retaining its coordinates

Later when I fucked her

Her legs were gathered