songs for james III



numbers travel,

obsessed with motion,

a long body in the gauge,

sleeping guard, always sleeping.

dust in the sink,

a hole in the ground,

for you to get lost in,

motion number,

in the colours of orion,

where motion is motion.


the city is a technical code,

a cork in a winebottle.

four cousins watch you sleep,

a camera and bourbon.

they share a condom.


finding nothing in the eyes

of children

they become spectators.

now they are nothing 


chasing a van

through a dense court,

getting lost in the temporary room

where father has a mistress.



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