squirrel dimension

downtown everything and nothing's dribbling:

the colourless automatism of suits on Bay

the sozzled faculty of perceiving sounds

of passing motors with wheels

looking for the absense of sound

non-existence of expression



i trickle further and further away

from the bloated stage of time

in the land of ataxia



bushy-tailed tree-living rodents

bustle about in understanding

and instead of scoffing at my levity

show me

a true advocate

of abolition of distinction

as they nibble through stems

fading the plane of intellectual standards



i consider the soul-orgasm

of squirrels seizing

the drone of the

\"tick-tick-tick\"

conventional

9-5 bomb

and drowning it in a bubble

to float indifferntly

on the surface of silence



and i then i laugh seriously