follow in your footsteps

because i just found out where you live
while i was on holiday
and i wondered
how to get there
normally

manifesto

i refuse to dwell in a cobwebby corner
on a statue of a roman emperor in
the crack between the ear and the head
as his eyes gazes out across his
empire and his lips curl up at their corners

i refuse to glance always to one side
avoiding bright gazes as if a cloud
in the sun in the warm air becomes
drizzle outside crumbling walls
outside floorboards cracks dark dust

i will slip scent-like with gold and
plenty of swirls and descend like a
dandelion and ascend like a particle
and my arcs will be parabolic
and hyperbolic and they will
always disappear completely

delete life

dreaming of coding in legend of zelda
greens, brown; the voice is Madeleine
Peyroux, the hand dissolves to
yellow, brown, leather, warm.