#lesarques

IT IS ITS OWN LANGUAGE EVERYTHING MOVES RECORD ONE PASSAGE THAT MEANS SOMETHING I BRUSHED MY FINGERS THROUGH A PLANT THEN ACROSS THE ROCK WALLS OF BUILDINGS I BRUSHED MY FINGERS AGAINST A TARP HANGING ON THE WALL I WAS LAYING ON TOP OF A GRAVE LISTENING TO THE WIND AND CRICKETS AND FROGS AND BIRDS ON THE GRAVEL SILENT SHUFFLING AROUND AND GULPING PINK WINE OUT OF A WATER BOTTLE RESPECTFULLY I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED THERE I THOUGHT OF BEING BURIED AT THE COAST IN OREGON THE WAVES FOREVER THERE WAS NO BREEZE THE TREES WERE DARK BLACK GREEN AND MELTED INTO THE BLUE NIGHT SHIFTING IN THE SKY WITH BLACK DOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THEM THINGS COULD STAND TO BE DIRTIER OR FLESHIER OR SOMETHINGIER STONE IN FOCUS SYNTH PADS TWINKLING BLARING OUT MOLDY STUDIO A PHAT JBL SUBWOOFER SHAKING THE ANCIENT HUTS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD CAUTION YELLOW JANITOR PANTS DULLED RIPPED THE REAR SEAM THE ZIPPER HANDS STIPPLED PURPLE KIWI GREEN DEEP TURQUOISE BITTEN DOWN NAILS BLACK BUTTER YELLOW CURTAIN BLOWING GUSTS OF SUMMER BIRD CHIRPS CRUNCHING GRAVEL TOURISTS FEET DRAGGING MAGENTA FLOWERS MAGENTA STAINS SPECKLED LEFT KNEE A CAR WAITING IN NEUTRAL A VAN A PLANE MEDIEVAL ROCK WALLS THE CLOUDS R FAT COWS MY EYES R EATING THE STARS MY MOUTH IS EATING THE PURPLE NIGHT THE SUN OBFUSCATED A SHEEPISH LAYER OF GREY CLOUDS A COUNTRY MOUSE SCAMPERS THROUGH THE HALLWAY THE RAIN IS BEATING AGAINST THE WINDOWS THE SCOTCH BROOM THAT CUTS YOUR FEET RUNNING THROUGH THE DUNES BENT OVER SUBMISSIVE AND SHIVERING UNDER THE RAIN LIKE A TIRED HORSE MY KNUCKLES AND BETWEEN MY FINGERS AND UNDER THE NAILS OF MY HANDS AND THE BACK OF MY FOREARMS AND MY ELBOWS DRIED PATCHES OF STUBBORN DARK GREEN ENAMEL PAINT THAT WONT SCRUB OFF COMPLETELY COVERED WITH A THICK IMPASTO OF PURPLE AND BLACK SOMEONE IS COOKING SAUSAGES IN THE KITCHEN SOMEONE SERVES ME A CUP OF COFFEE PAUSED SITTING SLOWRISING FUMES THAT SCUFFING SQUEAKING FRICTION SOUND YOUR FEET MAKE AS YOU WALK DOWN DRY SAND DRIPPING WHITE MINERALS BOTTLES ON THE FLOOR FRUIT ON THE FLOOR TENNIS BALLS ON THE FLOOR HAMMERS BOXCUTTERS ON THE FLOOR MARBLES TACKS DICE SOCKS NOTHINGNESS SCREWTOP CAPS ON THE FLOOR VINES OVERTAKING HOUSES I SAW A DROP OF BLACK SPRAY PAINT ON MY DICK HOW DOES IT SOUND TO HEAR SOMEONE BITE THEIR TOENAILS THROUGH A THIN PLASTIC DOOR A DEAD TOXIC ABORTED BLACK GREEN EMBRYONIC CHEMICAL WOMB AN ABYSS SWIRLING DRIED LIKE SPIT IN OUR MOUTHS LOST ON FOOT IN FRENCH FARM COUNTRY LIFES A SMITHS SONG PURGATORY HIATUSED HEAVY AND GREY AND DENSE PURPLE ROADS THE RIVER THE ARCHITECTURE THE SKY FLATTENED OUT FLAT WHITE EGGSHELL DEMI MATTE WARMISH TITANIUM CLEAR CAULK WHITE GUM BLACK TAR ON THE BACK OF SHEETMETAL SIGNS GLUED TO BRICK AND CONCRETE IN DOTS AND LINES TOWERING WET SAND COLORED PYRAMIDS INDUSTRIAL WIDE LANE CLEARCUT BACH HOLERIPPED HARD BORING RIGHTANGLED GRANITE A DOUR MEASLY FLAT YAKUZA HAWAII BOMBED OUT AND GLASSCOVERED AND WIDE AND COLD AND HEAVY AUSTERE A STAINLESS STEEL INDUSTRIAL KITCHEN RIGIDITY WEAPONIZATION PROTOPROMETHEUS DRY AND FLAT AN OPEN BOTTLE OF CALIFORNIA RIESLING RECORKED AND SITTING IN THE DOOR OF THE REFRIGERATOR FOR 14 MONTHS VINEGARED VINEGRIT FLOATING COLLECTING AT THE BOTTOM BROODING PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL KIDS KICKING DEFLATED SOCCERBALLS IN THE SPRAYPAINTED PARK IS LIFE CREAM COLORED OR WOLLEN IS LIFE RIGID OR CONCRETE DOES LIFE GET FACIALS AND BATHE WITH HOTEL SOAP IS LIFE QUILTED IS LIFE HIGH HEELED AND COBBLE STONED IS LIFE A VOLVO IS LIFE A MUD PUDDLE FULL OF CIGARETTE BUTTS IS LIFE 17 EUROS AN HOUR IS LIFE BLUSTERY AND GREY AND FUR LINED AND GOOSE DOWNED AND CAWING IS LIFE A TURTLE NECK IS LIFE BALDING AND WEARING A HELMET IS LIFE THE WORN GRAPHICS ON THE BOTTOM OF A SKATE BOARD IS LIFE BAGGY PANTSED WITH WHITE ART INDUSTRY COTTON TOTE DOES LIFE UNLOCK ITS BIKE WITH CLICKING HEELS AND REVVING ENGINES DOES LIFES LIGHTER FLICKER AND BURN SMALL AND DIMLY DOES LIFE WEAR TRENCHCOATS AND CARRY LIGHT JACK WOLFSKIN TRAVEL PACKS DOES LIFE SPEAK JAPANESE DOES LIFE HOLD HANDS AND PIGGYBACK ITS CHILDREN DOES LIFE LEAK AND STAIN ITS COASTER DOES IT DRIP ONTO ITS PANTS AND SOCKS DOES LIFE WEAR LIMEGREEN WINDBREAKERS AND GET AN AFTERNOON BUZZ DOES LIFE DOWNLOAD TORRENTS AND COMB ITS HAIR TO THE SIDE AND CHECK ITS TEXTMESSAGES ON A BURNER PHONE DOES LIFE SPAM DOES LIFE ENJOY THE SENSATION OF HAND CREAM AND HAVE AN URGE TO GO TO BATHROOM AND WEAR NAVY BLUE V NECK HENLEY SHIRTS DOES LIFE LOSE SENSATION IN ITS RIGHT FINGER TIPS ON A CRISP EARLY SUMMER DAY DOES LIFE HAVE A FLUORESCENT RED IPHONE CASE AND LEAN AGAINST A STREETPOLE WITH A LOST LOOK IN ITS EYES DOES LIFE HAVE A TOUGH TIME FINDING THE MENS BATHROOM TO REMIND ITSELF OF FREER TIMES LIFE WAKES UP WITH YELLOW FINGERS AND EATS CHOCOLATE IN THE BATHROOM LIFE DOESNT PAY FOR PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION OR FOR INFORMATION LIFE IS READY TO FIST FIGHT LIFE SNEAKS INTO EVENTS LIFE PISSES IN BEDROOM CLOSETS AND HACKS UP PHLEGM AND WASHES ITS PERIOD BLOOD OUT OF TEXTILES AND JUDGES PEOPLES HAIRCUTS AND INTENTIONS LIFE IS CONCERNED WITH PHOTO ANGLES AND SOCIAL POSITIONS LIFE LEAVES LIPSTICK STAINS AND BREAKS CHAIRS LEANING AT WEAK ANGLES AND FLIPS OFF CARS LIFE TRIPS ON WET SHOELACES LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED IN A CAFE LIFES HANDS ARE WARMED BY STEAM OF ITS OWN PISS AND LIFES HANDS STAY IN THE POCKET OF LIFES JACKETS AS THEY SHOULD ON A GREY DAY IPAD SINGLE SERVING YOGURT CONTAINER INSIDE OUT FISH SOCKS GERSHWIN CHOPPED AND SCREWED: A SOUND PIECE DERIVATIVE OF PHILLIP GLASS THAT REMINDS YOU OF WAKING UP SWEATY IN A HOT CAR WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED UP A HUGE MUSEUM GLASS BUDGET FAR AWAY FROM US PRETEXT GENIUS ANARCHY UTOPIA A FULL CIRCLE ART GESTURE STACKED EVERYWHERE AGAINST THE WALLS FREE VALUELESS IMPOSSIBLY UNFINANCIAL AND INFINANCIAL A PASTEL PINK CARNATION BABY GIRL PINK BUTTON UP RAINBOW REFLECTIVE SUNGLASSES HAIR PULLED BACK IN A NEAT BUN NUMB LAUGHING FLOATING THE LAST PASS TIRED RAINY TOMORROW A GREY BLACK HALF MATTE HALF GLOSS RAGAMUFFIN PLOP OF WHAT WE ARE EMPTY A SOULMAN A BLUE PURPLE CHALKY SOULMAN BACKGROUNDS FOR LIFESTYLES BACKGROUNDS FOR SOCIAL SCENARIOS INCONSISTENTLY TRANSCENDENTAL GESTURES THAT SMELL LIKE CAMPFIRES WAITING ODD HOURS DISPLACEMENT NOTHINGNESS BIRDS CHIRPING HOLED UP IN A CHEMICAL BOX WALKING THROUGH MEADOWS WITH NO OBJECTIVE STRETCH MARKS CRICKETS COBALT BLUE VIRIDIAN SHARP YELLOW BUTTONS WARBLES LIMITS VIOLENCE MARBLED HANDS RAFAEL DUSTED CLAYED ROADS TORN JUNGLED LAZIED THICKETS MOSSED INTERJECTED CRACKED BROWN TOPSOILED AND EXTINGUISHED IN THE CARRIAGE PATH THE SMELL OF A TERRARIUM PLODDING BEVELED CROAKS FROM THE FLUNG MOUNTAINED PASTORAL STACKED COILED THROWN ABOUT GREEN HANGGLIDING DAPPLE THERE IS NO OBJECTIVE I HOPE IT RAINS A DEER RAN ACROSS THE ROAD A DELACROIX PAINTING MUDTRACKS THE NARROW STRIP OF PAVEMENT RETURNING TO THE VILLAGE THE IVY CLINGING TO THAT TREE THAT WEEDWACKER HUMMING DOWN THE HILL THE CRICKETS THE BIRDS QUIET AND COLD AS A MORGUE I AM SMOKING A CIGARETTE OUT THE WINDOW AND IT IS CRACKLING LIKE CHINESE NEW YEARS SMOKING LIKE A XOCHIMILCO MORNING ONE CONFUSED BIRD CHIRPING FAR AWAY DEEP NIGHT RUBBING MY HAIR AGAINST THE PILLOW SOUNDS WAVES BRAKING A MOSSY SATELLITE DISH A MEDIEVAL ROOFTOP A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT WALKING THROUGH THE WOODS TAKING A BREAK STARING PIERCINGLY INTO NATURE AS THE FORMS COLLAPSE INTO ABSTRACTION WALKING DOWN THE ROAD.