Where o

where has

the time

lag gone

Identity

insecured

medium

perfected as

reliability's

illusion

at last

has been

unraveled

The great

alterity

burden will

be decorous

once the spit

is dry   I

have come

as an immi

grant to

this language

pointing to

something

that is

the point

There is

the haint

it can't

be seen

it is the

nightingale

the calling

stag it

really doesn't

matter

forever

thrown

together

as if

relationships

remain

SNAP

What the

plant knows

what the

computer

knows

will have

textual

afterlife

A distant

image its

school bell

visible is

fading ex

posed to

the climate

I am here

as potato

eater

starched

drunk &

ready to

run   Two

bodies

have not

yet met

but are

already

being read

together

Margins

make like

they're in

nature   A

state when

it is most

itself can

be viewed

as an alien

object

The free

range

camera

grazes

circumstance

depriving

the right of

pose

Damn

the failure

to shake this

documentary

default

This was

the beginning

of a super

natural

thriller

Authoritative

speech from

stations

test market

smooth

integration

to go w/

directional

device

What can

be seen

in the un

seeable is

darkness

framing

occasional

light

Even the

grainiest

of prison

landscapes

continue

to be re

printed 

Here come

the snares

& a chance

for shared

experience

w/o ever

leaving

the room

Markings on

the cell

wall

have been

lifted for

exhibit

Hash marks

prayers

nudie pics

inked w/

coping tools

to make

the minute

bearable

Gaze

inward

on the navel

of the eye

A back

swimmer

mask is

fitted

& tied

before

reflection

can be found

Mirror shards

that jewel

the crown

funhouse

the waterbug

shadow

Follow a

light source

through

bars on

the window

to a terminal

stop on

a train

There is

a dead

man aboard

It brakes

just long

enough to

let go

The mournful

drum bleeds

a widowed

jazz fading

from semi

audible

sway  

Hear a

life-like

song that

is both

gone &

present

SHOT

Here as

a sand

eater

parched &

displaced

I continue

to wander

immune to

most of

the poisons

False

dawns

& ersatz

defeats

cannot

overcome

this

resistance

I am

guided

only

by the

shadows

of a roach

that

continues to

continue on

It is time

to relax w/

a stranger

after a long

day of

not being

killed

In times

of instant

gratification

it is re

freshing

to discover

fetishes

dating back

further than

one could

imagine

Hair

smoke

the jawbone

up an ass

documented

as objects of

importance

The past

a matter

of found

footage

of moments

made &

not

captured

Even the

negatives

of

the clinic

on the sky

line

seem to

have been

misplaced

Smells of

cooking

sizzle

from

the train

wires

Service

interrupts

when

angry

plants

let each

other

know that

they've

been

harmed

The pie

hole

becomes

privy pit

when it

eats the

waste of

code   I

have come

as an immi

grant to

this image

No longer

native

informant

& not

quite

foreign

observer

it turns

out I

can no

longer

serve the

device