Claustrophobe or Clusterfuck
Who taught you to talk
so nasty? comes out all
bubbles. I’m
struggling to bring myself to the
surface. If it were a
dream. But it’s just a
thought I get while reading a poem by Philip
Jenks. I’m struggling
to remember (word from
word) what the lips in my brain are parsing.
Yeah, I’m sure this is no good (bubbles) (lips
parsing – long
pause – lips parsing) but it’s
okay I’m listening to the new wind chimes.
[Are there new wind
chimes?] How pleasant.
Or how pleasant on a morning such as this.
How pleasant this morning, the new wind
chimes! Or are they
crystal wine glasses
filled with varying amounts of water. We’ve
only three of them left (I’ve broken three of
them – separate events – since October.)
Who’s playing a
three-noted chime
with wine glasses
filled with
