when the transit eaves of reality creak
leaves sway back and forth incessantly.
colours jump and whistles fly
in dark and pale vessels, we calmly sail by.
a fading spectacle of lethargy.
a starlit zoetrope looping the image of a featureless head.
mirages of tattered kites and flags depicting an extinct species
the pulses of visionaries, beating upon a clay pot by a naked flame/
a vague tropical rhythm which coaxes the kappa to his watery grave.
animal's pearly eyes, gleaming with jackals hungry smiles
overgrowth daubed upon mosaic tiles.
(the river opens into the sea)
Animate furniture trapped inside a locked and dilapidated garden shed crushing the skeletons of people who once lived there.
A blind man walking into a beehive and getting a face full of bees and honey, he doesn't get stung once, but the whole experience is a bit uncomfortable for all involved.
The skin of Louis Armstrong hung on a brass coat hanger, ready to be worn by anyone who answers the riddle set by the talking wall.
Jehosaphat, jumping into an anonymous stream of piss
Assorted trail lines made by planes in the '50's
