over a suburban garden.
She lays a landscape A4 sheet in front of me.
For you, Daddy.
PAY NOW flashes on my mobile screen.
Yes, friends, only a matter of time.
What else is left to be commoditised?
I look at you again, girl, tonight.
You lie topless in front of the fire
in paisley pants enjoying
shadow dancers on the ceiling.
That a man - a suburban samurai
middle class mystic, and so on
should be so low on mojo.
A BIRD MAN MOVES
Between 5 and 6 am, summertime.
We walked and
1: Hey Bro', how was your trip?
2: Wonderful, we took, like, a thousand
three hundred photos during our ten days' stay -
What a surprise to finally start to see
on your inside, my friend.
I always thought that you only swallow me
Feel free to come back to the beginning.
Bring sandwiches and a flask of fresh black brew.
Remember your jacket and thermal underwear.
I'll bring some of her Turkish Delight.
Is it because I'm accustomed to chaos
that I observe her in a certain way?
Sometimes, she whips me awake
is an adventure,
a journey, dance, song
like some say, then, hopefully
this pulling inside my chest