(non) neu vocation 

like a fish out of water flapping and jumping spastic on the beach – invisible hands pour vinegar into gills held open by invisible fingers – 

I know no one here I need to learn their language 

all the names are blurring into one all faces become a collage – nine eyes six ears hundreds of tiny teeth gnashing (meat in cavities

anorexic gaps between femine ribs, swallowing oxygen thorax sting) 

to kill time I walk around car parks and empty estates 

unoccupied offices are full of machines in comas or on standby

a snake pit of wires are out of sight & strangling dust

(backwards folk thinking honey is the blood of bees) 


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