Look straight forward. Turn your head right
How many degrees I don’t know, I’ve never known
Do a 570 – If you’re allowed to?
“I don’t really need a neck anymore...”
I could loop my spinal cord around an ear
And then the other too
Then let it dangle
Yes, yes let it dangle
Over a digital watch in mid air
Which now and again gets confused as to what its job is
And shows the temperature
Degrees again, I told you I didn’t know, right
Can you do a 570 again, here, or
Changed my mine, mined, mind:
12.01
Leaning on a column, I own eyes which stare outward
The curtains couldn’t hide the ominous
Watch –ing-
Cloud-like
Thermometer
Protected by security guards in uniforms who’ve forgotten their guns
Home: 12.07
A different time in another country
Different geographies call for different clocks
A child isolated in time and space
Isolated from past and future
Hanging in the never-ending present
Of ignorance (you’re about to wake up into a world where your family has just ceased to exist. Hello. Blink blink. Good morning. Blink.)
Like my dangling head?
Like the floating watch.
Even if we can become aware instantly of what happens on the which ever other side of the globe. News reaches another country at a different time, right?
So how does one cope with the disconnection?
It rained violet
Viole(n)t skies
When all the lights are snuffed
Out without the possibility of the switch
And the TV screen freezes with faces in mid-expression, which lack expression
Mid-action
Do friends still exist?
I am no more than an ordinary hug
A boring phone voice
I am no more than repetition
Again and again and a
One day the gypsies weren’t on the corner below the car wash sign and so I didn’t know which way “home” was
I took turns slowly
I became
The white paint, the white stripes painted on a highway
I separate lanes
Repetitively
A slow car and brush are all that is necessary to end my existence, to change my colour
I am tired of tyres, oh and tyrants too, oh and I wish I was one
I just wish I still
Had a neck
12.32
Why must I leave?
Because its a long day
Honey
You’ll have time to
Drop in
Like the rain last night gave us all the cover
We needed to cry
And then there were no “ordinary hugs” left around
No arms, just a dangling head
Nerves tied in bundles, all knotted
Terrible knots and me biting my fingernails all the way down so
Now how do I untie the knots
And let my head fall...
A balcony
Just popped into existence I hear the lights came back
We were so fast asleep
Yes, fast in our sleep and
Slow to comprehend
That we should switch them off now and then I saw the bill
Billie tall and fat: That big belly reminds me of good-looking men who suddenly become fifty years old, the kind of belly which only exists if you don’t know who to call when you must deal with loss.
Don’t know which language
To call in
And end up in between
End up with –creak- a door
Half open, a voice half-whispering
Half shouting out loud in lunacy too then bang the door shut, but
The hinges are broken
It dangles.
A tale all dead
Gone isn’t the same though.
Going is a bit like bored motor way stripes
In direction
You can ask where to
And there may be no answer but
There is always the question
So when the question ends
Can I ask for another cup of tea, or do I wash the dishes again, dish out the pain and rinse it off in a desperate attempt at forgetfulness
And then watch the watch float
If it weren’t impermeable then we would’ve finally managed to
Kill time
Time or (temperature)
If you live further to the west? Time of death: 11.25
But, no further in the west it is
Still 6.00 am. No, 11.25 hasn’t come
Yet.
The loss in one land hasn’t reached the next yet.
According to what the watch says
The death is still in the future
Hm?
If it happens at the same time there...then it must be in the past around here.
(Latitude, longitude, minute, second) Must be, then.
“Then”
Or once upon a time. A girl sat upon a time.
Time meant less “then” until the lines all dropped dead
And so she had to meet them, the deadlines,
In a hurry the girl fell off, and no longer was upon time
Time was upon her
Has it happened in the past further in the west, further away from the sunrise?
Different lands
Different realities
“Chairs dry hard”
But then I guess,
When it rains that
hard
It rains everywhere.
