1.

Swipe, time & splice. Hello, the argument. Pizza,

say cheese. Hello again, should we talk? ok.com

Writing a new message. Easy to see where we're

going tonight, reply. Sending you pictures, 'Here

is where I am', no angles. A deep conversation, 'Hi!'.


2.

Cool I, Cool II, Cool III, multiple cool, XXXXX... Naked

fresh mint in my heavy mouth. Chewing, chewing, slow.

I see you, crossing a busy street. Am I hearing some-

thing? My heart is beating fast. Cool everything, when

looking around. Who am I? If I told you, it'll be so un-cool.


3.

Love, what is love in modern days? A timeline, thinking

about it all the time, tracking device, eyes and mind. What

is love, simple as revenge? Rage is easier. New defini-

tions, physical devices are real & smart. Once you go

blank, you never come back. Love is superficial, science.

4.

I have a future wife, she is in the mist. She brings me

apples, and I give her pears. We are very provincial,

e.g. in living farm places. Love is under my hat, and

she is smiling back at me. Early mist, I call her name.

I love the smell of green grass. Totus tuus, I am all hers.


5.

I am not experienced, in terms of coitus. It's almost

a discipline, if you know medicine. Your energy, it's

amazing. A fact, you need response. Oh, yes, I see

what you mean. The body can be effectively responsive,

If we both agree. I am not experienced, please, teach me.

House by the beach, life is cotton dry. Once every

two weeks, a tall light through the window. Loneliness

has kind eyes, or fiery. High waves, some people are

having fun. A hidden inability to create life, and

substitutes, in the rush. House by the beach, my life story


in short. Endless motion, on and on, parting me from

what's real. I leave my footprint behind, in a chase of

the windstorm. Wealth in a tiny grain of sand, from ancient

Israel, a riddle. He tells you how to change, technically

and productively. House by the beach, castle of dreams


I see in a nightmare. Greyhound express, from wide

expanses, dust unearthly spacewalk. Where does it hurt,

questionbox. *** is a ***** word, from 9 to six. Was

it love? The ocean is not blending in, nor the blue sky.

House by the sea, your only happy memories.

Sand through my fingers. Seth is watching, 4 million

counting. A quiet myth, post or pre- natal, we don't

understand the breeze and twilight. Wishing, upon

multiple stars, dad could be here with us. A sentimental

thing, sis is happy being married. Counting white flowers


in the fields by the old churchyard. Weather report, the

mainland hazards always maximized, pointing. Seth's

hair in the wind, masking his face 4 a moment. Dutch

dikes, incandescent strong as they stand concrete above...

My brother, & my junior, and me, standing by his grave...

Small budget movie, sunshine in the morning.
Our subject, sports car, E-type Jaguar.
Who is the owner, say something. Hus-
band & wife, there is proof of love. But she
is sight seeing in a foreign town.

A private conversation, she is on the phone.
Are you planning something? He knows his
wife. They go up flying, a private jet. Seeing
places, did you take that trip? A song on the
radio, our background is mute. Back home,

they never do things together. High tower office
buildings, the city isn't real. Two people kissing, or
is this just a dream? It's a sad song, this place is too
big for us. He is making new plans. She is driving off, street
into the distance. Our long goodbye, when shopping

at the airport. This is the end of our holidays, nights
taking off. Stranger, they are meeting at a hotel...
A lover's fight, she is shouting about her feelings. He
yawns, and has a drink instead. Time goes by, let's
talk things over. Crossing the road, husband & wife.

Thinking about us, cosmetics. Fashion statements, hot
flashes, lips, skirts, a story. Deciding to do it right, in the
middle of the night. Lover or husband, she wants to run.
It's not the scene, it's the note. The buildings are getting
taller every second, Martian skies on the horizon. Who

has lost? A letter arrives on the doormat. Dying, disease
has come a long way. What good did it do for her? Scene
24, her boyfriend standing next to her, grieving. Prayers
will be heard, someday. Love persuasion, what are you
trying to say on the internet? Life goes on, that's all...

My great American story, get in the car! The amusement

park, but children are not interested. Underground, the

Great Snake, mom buying tickets at the gate. Arvin and

his little sister, 'Mom, I want a snake." Take a peek later,

America ends. Route and tourists, industrial wonderland.


See DD in various poses, M.M. actually feels some-

thing. Buy your cousin a postcard, General Motors.

Not growing up in America, children admire souver-

nirs. Flat earth, make believe world. Visiting the US

, losing track with time. Mom is in the sun, DD's an-


gry face. America's sunny place, on TV, a billboard.

LED, Have yr beer at the local bar. Watching a

smaller world, Walt Disney's crystal ball. Factories

are second, where and everywhere. Sending out

an email, she again and her two children, rushing.

Facing my demons and speak their lingo, nothing philo-

sophical, something that murmurs about a tiny insect, and

destruction, in all of the land, in all of the land. What comes

premature, herald of the natural me, strong and the heavy jolts,

I face another moment's turn to demon speak. Long dead tales...

Music, I know you're not from around here. The size of

dark skies we live by in physical day light. Earth! Empty

driveway, a dream place of our own. The coming of home,

new scene. Cellulair senses, dual, men to women, vice

versa. A New age, flat screen Tokyo picture, panavision.