I.

 

What roils our land of plenty and rampant

 

                                                                       conveniences?

 

 

                                              Only the minor danger of

 

                                                                                              the vermin –

 

 

                                                                                 squeak

                                                                                                                      squeak

 

 

 

II.

 

 

                                   the town crier shouts:

 

 

                                              NOT TRYING                                                TO CONTAIN

 

 

 

 

 

          At home                      I savour

                                                         the particular   particularity

 

                                                                                            of this particular         place

 

 

III.

 

          Today, I walked down the street

 

                     And there was            nothing

 

                                                                                but the           scent

 

                                                                                                                  of distance

 

 

 

 

 

I have lost contact with all my contacts

Daily, we decide who to send to heaven

 

We burnt four goats and a metric ton of noodles

The end of the world should happen more often

 

Daily, we decide who to send to heaven

Water is still in somewhat relative abundance

 

The end of the world should happen more often

Please cancel all planned orgies in the month of May

 

Water is still in somewhat relative abundance

A hand grips my heart like a grenade

 

Please cancel all planned orgies in the month of June

It is unknown whether the righteous are spared

 

A hand grips my heart like a grenade

If this goes on, we’ll have to stop time

 

It is unknown whether the righteous are spared

At home, some corners are more forgiving than others

 

If this goes on, we’ll have to stop time

I try to spell my name without any vowels

 

At home, some corners are more forgiving than others

The clouds bear a sinister grin

 

I try to spell my name without any vowels

The culprit seems to be aeroplanes

 

The clouds bear a sinister grin

That discomfort that you’re feeling is grief

 

The culprit seems to be aeroplanes

There is nowhere left in this world to hide

 

The discomfort that you’re feeling is grief

And the comfort that you’re feeling is death.

 

 

 

 

 

My voice seems to have been caught in my throat

Daily, we receive dispatches from a distant country

 

The sourdough sits in its rattan basket

How we wish the 4D shops were still taking bets

 

Daily, we receive dispatches from a distant country

There are many ways to look at numbers

 

How we wish the 4D shops were still taking bets

The bougainvilleas look ghostlier every morning

 

There are many ways to look at numbers

How do I sign up to be part of the community?

 

The bougainvilleas look ghostlier every morning

Oversight has two, opposing meanings

 

How do I sign up to be part of the community?

My soufflés aren’t rising quite as they should

 

Oversight has two, opposing meanings

For comfort, I caress my ample shelves

 

My soufflés aren’t rising quite as they should

Daily, we skip over dispatches from the distant country

 

For comfort, I caress my ample shelves

Hey, don’t you think they ought to be grateful?

 

Daily, we skip over dispatches from the distant country

At night, the air-conditioner smothers me to sleep.