read my lips: subtitled



take off your coat; that was the illusion, take off your coat; that was a short thick containing three kilograms of space. yes, with the mice. yes, with the rats, yes, with spiders. yes, with deranged imagination against a slimy wall, as will the smoke at the door, with folded arms, a thousand eyes, evil eyes, veiled eyes like birds that have died, double locked clumps of cold laid steel. remember how you say; remember glass and cooling secrets at the back of my hands. I stop in front of cage, imprisoned in smoke, blue creatures imprisoned in the cage say; yes, take a little sip, take a sip again, take another day, a pair of unlovely smudges. the telephone rings. royal words, locomotive giacomettis. fizzy mental chain past present imitating names. neat lines neat with the word thief, switchboard and silence, orchestration and armored skepticism. I drown in tallow. drown in the sounds of lilacs, rubbed out telephones lines. I fuse an adjective into a van gogh. how could I fuse a week into a clover? or maybe just wait for the dew to settle on the sea.