by Tom Saer
The world is but a simulated blur
All the way through to the core,
To the metals inside.
Is religion an explosion of gratitude?
So happy I could cry.
‘Therefore, since we aren’t clever people, we should adopt
the method of investigation
that we’d use if,
lacking keen eyesight,
were told to
small letters from a distance and then
noticed that the
same letters existed elsewhere
in a larger size and on a larger surface. We’d consider it a
godsend, I think,
to be allowed to read the larger ones
first and then to examine the smaller ones, to see whether they really are the same.’
We should adopt letters
existed elsewhere to me through me,
The through line is my sun
This music’s making me right.
Can I speak to Mr Hecker?
The same letters existed elsewhere
In a larger size and on a larger surface.
I want to grow like your arms do when they turn into chocolate
Every day when I run past the trees
I see them melt a bit more, melting to
The smell of wet paint and the noise of bicycle tyres …