(photo: Thom Rimmer)
i don’t think I need one more invitation
i think i’m pretty sure,
i saw that film in slow motion.
i think too much, I know
but i think i saw that person blinks.
a coffee table, what a great place
to meet and eat noodles.
what about hysterical societies?
not where, but are they still going?
i think i met one of them once,
queueing in a shop.
i couldnt tell if he was laughing or crying
i only saw his jaw drop,
then a heavy silence fell,
it sounded like a cast-iron skillet
whacking someone on the back of the head.
i wish i had seen a coyote that day,
but i didn’t.
i heard a crow though
i guess that’s a good sign too…
thank you,
thank you for reading this.
it feels like cotton balls in between my toes
and hot stones on my back.
thank you.
