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sleeping
tantRUM

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time to
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tRACk

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parque forestal

here these trees can't leave
i wonder what they're feeling
drooping branches roots

Monjitas 665

they're just words

Locked out of 1/155-157

Today I greet the sun atop a universe
Of houses connected everywhere and
Shadows transporting my feet into bricks
I've never been so high before
The houses on one side the highway on the other
Annandale on one side and Stanmore on the other
Rooftop gardens and leafy courtyards
versus
DENTAL SURGERY and Laundromat

PPP

I send a msg via sun
Sinking into sea
When it finds you beaming
Light injects you
Gleaming

Sol sun interchange
Soul of a dog Bobby
Affects me
Injects me
Lets me see you through
Star glass water crashing
Lashing you
White

Waking you
Sun baby and the population blankness
Flying in your hair
Lift you washing sun

Comisión 01

It's usually a process to find the keys
Leaving - difficult

A thought I had shortly after closing the gate:

Perhaps there is a lesson to learn...
and how horrible that you
should learn it from me

I would have to write the lines
in thick black txta
don't have the answers
to your logic
these truths are ugly

the 116 has lost its numbers
i don't think there are one's
just elbows and knees more suited to their surroundings

Your cushions soft and and flushed surround me too much
and I, needing to break them, invert your very nature
seems unfair I know but
in the end it's luck and such things upend themselves and
leave us (drop it) where we started

A few good days is all I gain
i need to entertain your silence
it's a project i'm working on

Lots of yellow micros are losing their numbers
and on the steps of Bellas Artes everyone
finds a partner (after a while)

There's some promotion you've got going
and I might say 'good for you' but
under my breath i'm cursing your misfortune

I generally feel that this would be a
decent thing to do
the actuality is making me grimace

Escape the process circle - yEs?
These spheres don't spin together
despite concessions, calculations and course corrections

Another step down
one away from the
hair twirling, cigarette smoking, coca-cola drinking

Can we talk?/¿Podamos hablar?

But I
tXtA changEs volumE
fighting over VthE controls too...
y ¡éso no se hace!
right?

Sleepy and dopey are two words that come to mind

Finally the sweets and cigarettes stand
gets some business
which reminds me of

Parramatta Rd but you don't know that road
so lets leave it at that
reminding ourselves of senselessness

and the mirrors we occasionally encounter

Barrio de las Funerarias

Here's the scene:
All in a circle
'The Dog' stickers stuck, ascending on the wall
Culminating in the ¡nuevo! puffy 3D series
Oh it goes on in two directions
dulling factor
re-birthing factor
last year's collective grouping factor
working out time period p
morphing

It's your new family
(thus I have neatly packed away last year and begun a new one in October, ¡que los cumplas felíz!)
cause we are the flower children
barely finding
barely touching

brick

¡Que ladrillo es!
nokia 636

Locutorio locura leo vuelve ventana vidrio

Toilet paper truck unloads
A luchar la ley
No a la ley
And numbers
Tras the street and bricks and paint
Three things
Aparecen

Midpoint actualisation

It is an apple core
That is what it is
And that must mean
I have eaten the apple
All of it

Once de Septiembre

i am in a tank
and you are speaking to me in a language i understand but
i have not heard it like this you
hurl it at me scream it at me launch it at me

i am in a tank
i was giving flowers to the tank
i was giving flowers and the tank is looking at me
i could not look away
i could only give it flowers
and then i am in a tank

i am only one but soon we are
two and now we are
eleven
one woman and ten men

one of us has seizures, de repente
one of us had surgery, el otro día
one of us is fourteen, estaba al punto de encontrar su novia
one of us, está sin carnet

we can see you through the metal
we can’t leave until you let us
we are your prisoners and
you our green captors with battle helmets

today i saw Allende
outside the Justice Ministry
for the first time he spoke to me for the first time i might be understanding
a glimpse of something

oh tank!
we scream that they are present here
Compañeros desparacedios
¡Presente!

Unconvincingly I sat at the computer.

Pio Nono81

scratches in the serial number
tomorrow
and the next
biding their time in the barcode line
line
line
ink sunk in
line
sink in done

Metro Catolica

I am walking faster now
Propelled I am with purpose? *frowns*
These boots are filled with feet that hate me!

and everything I stand for

Realisation on Alameda

i have a habit of destroying the things i love
and losing them
i cut them up with scissors or put them in a tree-house
and then it rains
if you don't want to lose things you got2 hide them
or throw them away