He Looks Like an Exhausting Person to Have a Conversation With

You could have a drug habit and a cool coat and a court case, but I’ll be seeing you
beyond the noumenal!—when we are
crushed together like water around a pool
being hoovered: what have we done. That was brilliant;

I see lots of things. How much of a chisel is meaning?
Or is it the statue? Damn! I’m still moving. Where was

that pool? O you know the one. Someone knows the one
at least, but you can bet against that being wet again

for me: I was swimming in deep water
in a wet suit! Yuk! No fancy jackets—skin deep—thinking through
the logic of the situation and believing in the cult
of my own personality

to change history. But then the chisel: it chipped away at me. And I was so tied up
in wounds that were now tied up that there was nothing to say
of pleasure. Did anyone expect it to move like this?
Do we still need a jury? I don’t! No way. I mean

you can be inspired but are you really going to keep
staring at the marble—the stone? It’s rock solid—

smoking! But sticking you in its pipe: sorry—it takes time.