the sound of fluff on a needle

old mage and sages discuss whether to go by old age, boredom, or their own hand….they are shadows rippling on the wall of the Park…there is no need and they want none of it…asked to turn themselves over…like old boulders…revealing worlds…where dryness and dull drugs work in a delayed fashion…

i hold the door of your stairwell open…to catch you…i am making deliveries and you ask me in…an accommodation….your man hangs back…the street is demanding…expensive rents…yet i find myself here…part of the concrete…a rippling shadow…a path taken…

ripped wide open in tribute…deep, old, healed over scars…the pressure tells…birth pangs…the bodymind forms its own mouthings…words spill from the overflowing gourd…a wold…in a world full of mirrors..a mouth full of wold…whatever you say…a waking…they came to view the collected artefacts…i sent them outside…i showed them hills of rubble…i told them to consult dust…to consort with the skin of the earth…the goosepimple of the mind’s kicking…

for ears that listen…stay tuned…

it’s all for sale…the day of the last bid, i gave up on winning…what strange interplay…standing in the shadows of love…out with the red books…the crushed left testicle of a late autumn…wrinkled old vines spin yarns of mismatched stockings…

images formed from absences…framed by substances…

i’m saying NOTHING…
the spiralling increase in the readymade…affording itself…done and dusted…noses running…

they hitched a ride in on reduced produce…failed refrigeration…accountant’s tricks…

bargain hunters wipe their arses in the global market…bandit country…labour camps…traders sell themselves as slaves…rough trade…pimping reality is a squeeze…

forgotten thing…retrieved from underneath…exposed in the stone turning…the shifting landmass…epic geological grooves…

the sound of fluff on a needle…it’s written all over your face…drowning in congealed effluvia…sweating afterthoughts…

a missing person…found…wandering on a dull Sunday morn…heeding the siren call for home…falling off the smallest of walls..

a tradition i never ADHERED to…

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