- Smack (the) Moon.
Maîtresse, by Barbet Schroeder
Stick a pole in your head, Smooth out the touch, Like the fad. Scratch the thread, And charge ahead, It's in the reach, As in the spread. Sketch, Snatch, Scorch the place, From your dinner to her bed.
- Secret fantasy dissolved in rocky water.
She floats On my belly Playing the folly I splash Onto the sands Away from the lands We drift No direction All affection Lest no one know Lest everyone flow
The Cat That Hated People
- The best kind of hatred.
Not all legs are created equal, Some are dull, Some are tasteless, Some don't even move, After a few rounds of licking. Not all people are created equal, Some are dull, Some are tasteless, Some don't even move, After a few rounds of licking. ...It's good to be a cat.
- Complete guide to jaywalking.
Where did all the people go ? But this is Sunday ! I hope nobody is riding the bike. It's more fun to drive a car. You know , I'm kinda scared to cross the street now...
- Red, plain red.
Political Commentary/Film Essay
The armchair needs some cleaning, But I But I But you But you But they But they But those But those But that which But that which is dust off is not red.
- The dark tunnel of history.
Right Left Bottom Down Up Top Right Left Middle ?
(Samuel Beckett's Film)
- Buster Keaton sleeps in and over.
Thebusstopissohideousthat I can barely see myself Butthereisnobuscoming Despite the fact that Thereissignsayingthisisnolongerabusstop WellIguessthismustbemyunluckyday If I insist on resting my feet OrelsewhatcanIdostandinglikethatinabrokenbusstop If not for what they told me Aboutthedistancebetweenmeandmyreflection?
- Memoir of a future non-human.
Fast. Faster! Kill that rabbit! You son of squirrel! Skin that possum! What a gland! Scalp that hedgehog! What a house! Smother that cub! What a couch! Slit that koala! What a pouch! Call your team! You slow-wit! This is the time for action! You dumb-ass! Smooth out the forest! What a city! Sleep in it! You human-beings!
Breakfast (Table Top Dolly)
- Oh! The aches of eating breakfast.
Wavelength, by Michael Snow
Once in a while, Your breakfast takes too long, You realize that, But are unable to move along. Maybe it's time, And yes that means now, To get yourself started, In an irreversible vow. You either wake up at noon; Or skip the breakfast, Along with the cow.
- What is beauty?
It is time, too early, for a shower, But the sky won't listen, You cannot be prepared To fasten Your way Your mind On the water. There it is, A beauty's figure under the blue, Takes over the sky and its crew, And drifts away, leaving you with no clue.