ACTION SCENE FRAG

 

& anyway

blink & youll miss it

but there is an explosion

& the actor

is seen briefly 

flying thru the air

upright & arms out

in the shape of jesus

SIX GOGGLE EYES

 

NEW YORK MEMORY

hotel steps
midtown

wired

sat on carpet wet from snow

it
soaks
into
my
jeans

and tho i took something to help
its just a memory in my liver now

~

meat 
packing 
district

the playground of kuklinski

and yes
planting a garden
on disused el tracks
is a wonderful idea
but its winter
and its not finished

and
all
there is here for me 
is my hangover

a
sense
of
stressed 
suspension  

and a tease of snow

~

diner
corner table
union square

sport on 100
tv screens

and
i 
sweat and gag and drool
with toxicity and nerves
over
my
grilled cheese
and
gins

i dont want to be anywhere
anywhere at all

but am impatience
to get started

~

its
the airport you see

and the sky
calling for me

flight - 
that thin science
in nowhere time

it
calls
for
me
by name 
and gate

and sucks all and any 
fermented joy
from
the
last 
winter-spring
new york 
day

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BUSINESS CLASS BOXING DAY BEACH HUT BULK HEAD

we're not moving
i want to shout
because
it
looks
like
we're
not moving

the sweet puffball clouds look stationary to me

then i see the engine out there
hanging
off
a
trembling
wing

we're moving 
i want to shout
because
it
looks
like
we're moving

the earth is pulling us back
from this impossible angle

the painting of pastel beach huts on the bulkhead
mocks
me

theres beach huts
i want to shout . . .

FLY

leave a country for another
so
easy

climb into a machine that shoots itself
into
the
high cold black
for
small cool dinners and microwave hot towels

fall down into a sea scape of orange glitter
and
climb out into a still quiet world
a
shining
sterile
labyrinth
of teleported bags
and 
show another machine
a
likeness
of
your
face

no one says OI! or WOOHOO!
or
shakes your hand 
or
even 
taps you on the shoulder

in recognition of this feat

at
all