Saturday, 2 May 2009

u turn into an azuki bean



i e-mailed your pillow: i'm not at home


i just want to row your boat

curds in my treachery milk


new york fell down: i fell down


u turned into the city

u turned into snow


i like to get rid of things


new york fell down so i can't


u live here stammering

in the toothpaste snow


u turn into an azuki bean

did u get my order?


the ceiling is on the floor

u have never lived here


i e-mail my pillow

i paint your eyes

i do not live here

u turn into tofu


thank u for no apparent reason


now bark and put your face

somewhere else

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