I lose track of time
every chance I get
it’s dicey
I imagine I am required
for a task or talk
reports garbage to go out
the sound of a jet that imitates
Diamorphoses by Xenakis
whipped into a void
for a few hours
before I have to watch
the phone ring
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a false bay
you could walk on the water
most days
even the stones are where
they should be
it smells as rotten as it looks
beautiful
breathtaking in both senses
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trends
how to prepare
for the last fabulous
percentage
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I don’t see any profit
anywhere
we became the thing we hated
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transparency: remain a spectator
always
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talk about the bubbles
stuff that you like
to stuff yourself with
craftsmanship in ruins
that’s how sure we were
a slap on the wrist
every minute
marking it up and sending
it back
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