She Spacehomer (7)

The tower of Randy McCandy pt.1


“I hear a flute playing.”
“Mel, are you still hungry?”
“No Eloise, my eyes show me things.”
“Which things?”
“Things I cannot see.”
“Are they pictures?”
“They want to be.”
“Do you want them to be pictures?”
“I don´t know.
Friendships are so different.
I would like to know more.
It´s a bit frightening though.”
“You should at least drink.
There´s also food.”
“And exiting.”
“You don´t want to eat?”

“Eloise, do I have to calm them down?
I remember me without them.
But that´s gone.
“I can´t tell you what to do, Mel.
You wouldn´t accept it anyway.
Go for it if you feel it.
Or not.
Compare or just do it,
may the doing be a leaving
or a leaving out,
or may a leaving-out be leaving you..”
“There is change.”
“ --- Ye, of course there´s change.
You should really eat now, I guess.”
“I don´t want to loose it.”
“You won´t.
There´s no eso-shit about it,
Might surprise you hearing that from me.
Just trust in what you find.”
“You´re telling me to?”
“No.”

"Yes."


~

Virtue fertilized

When master mistresses afford the rejection
Of letting you know bout the final injection
Scrolled on a display of snapshot decisions
Fast you are still

Familiar you were
And yet no surprise
Dummy-housed plunder
Only before sunrise

After the call
No restriction at this place
fenced from calamity
Anxiety and face of hate

The somehow never questioned
What-is-it-then?
Why are they staring
When drills open up the brain

Of pop whores,
Apathic and phrenetic believers,
Medi-acre outsorced
Excentered conceivers

Angling and bangbangling
Melt flights to the sun
Lift-off sans feature
Sweaty on the run

Another call
Back
For and from
Struggling legs and tongues

After the daily dose
That simulates
Chosen ones

Fall and deception

Committance


A web and some lines
Passing through

Full of sound
and fury

Signifying nothing

But kicking
With each rise and crash

Silence
Stilled
In merging
Buffers of noise


(2009)