Someone else invented us.
from ALL THE HOURS WE'RE AWAKE
How long how long.
Rolling through the jungle motions.
Roaring through the necks of cars.
If bite mark carries you lovely ecstatic.
Terrific terror coffee sack.
Pathogen pernicious in the tide water stomp.
Thousands of clownfish,
one single Volkswagen. People,
you’re bleeding; programming, then camera.
This way then igloo.
Smacking, then backhand.
Silly the interpreter.
Sunshine, shoeblack, gluestick the mammal.
Pressed up against the Dwarf Cassowary,
the Blue-Eared Pheasant rushes into the future...
"What have you done to my voice heavy with birds as evening falls/The voice that once hurt like bleeding?/Give me the infinite like a flower for my hands"--Vicente Huidobro