16 Mar 99 | Measurements: Darkening layer of wax

Dark shuttle discolored whitening eyeballs with unfortunate syllabus of wordless game.

Reading this readymade poem in reflections like shimmering apron…

 revolving around your head.

Green P.V.C sleeve, knotted around your ankle

with pots returning from space over your unbuttoned sleek book.

Snoring departure songs,

Sliding glass windows, Hot, noisy turbines… getting sweaty results…

of voices recorded over this drawing board…

and I’m boring and always “ready to wear” and sleeping here…

to catch hold you…

for forever.