Exploring the surfaces of London, Bristol, Ipswich, Liverpool, Southend-on-Sea, Eton, Glasgow, Devon, The Netherlands, Malta, Berlin, Lisbon, Hungary.


Accompanying text by Charlotte Seebeck. 


2015-ongoing.

my darling fox is dead

(loosely after Catullus)

the afternoon when

vanilla ice cream lost its flavour

a parrot’s beak poked her belly

for blue stilton bites

the low la stopped sounding grapefully

and Clodia put on a bandana

let grow her facial hair

and joined Venus on tour

in furs forever looking for their second

half height stiletto heel hey

babe

take a look at those frozen frames in the life and death of a fox

counting in the wrong way

back and forth

the times they’ve been touched without protest:

three

two

one

and hold that pose

Floating on my self composting meditation carpet while the city turns into one big rainbow rhythm rink i contemplate the present perfectly making sense around a fortune cookie philosophy and sipping colour coordinated kiwi litchi lassi.

it's gonna be a fine day today.

It's gonna be a fine day tomorrow.

Someone has married the sun.

Someone has made love to the ocean.

Done and documented and long before deadline compressed into a kinder surprise

submitted to outer space in retrograde:

We can’t mend the holes in history but we can make the loose fibres meet.

The future is u n a p o l o g e t i c

penetrators in pretty woodwork costume

subject of our earthly interests
white minds carved them on top of fairy rings
rather: brown hands were made
fence fermented reality
inside is physics and golden sections
spirits atomized in the alchemist fondue
crunchy wings on bitumen dip
the others slipped definition loopholes
outside they found pocket mirrors:
if we send you ugly selfies
it only means we are good friends
do you believe in life after coitus
we really do think you are strong enough
it's en vogue to be submissive
we are going to unplug
are you ready for carnival

A third space gaze renders that decade when the system lost its street credibility:

We transfer crypto promises in purchase of happiness,

share interests on options (lovechild : adoption)

We give up ciggies realizing that life should not for ever feel like waiting for the bus.

(summer seems late after cutting the grass)

Doing our thing.

Doing this that.

The end

of linear heritage,

binaries exhausted through server cities.

Generation ungeneric in pursuit of the other best scenario,

all stakes in for a 70% emission reduction cos total eclipse is real.

BLOCKCHAINBLOCKCHAINBLOCKCHAINBLOCKCHAINBLOCKCHAIN

What if this is already the best version.

Mosquito mosquito,

whispers the tree and lifts its roots in the air.

I want to compost into you.

The lake blushes at such pastel confession,

its ground not deep enough for secrets: I think a tree fancies me.

The pond skaters bounce with impatience,

their attention span won’t last to see the miracle happen.

How long will you be dissolving?

Seven.

Will we know when you’re no longer morphing?

The answer was yes baby yes baby yes.

Their small hearts rattle like an sbahn train.

What else.

Spectral spook, lemonade loonies, honey heat.

The yellow chicken was not present.

Jezebel had underpredicted the first humans' sensitivity. All she meant was shake things up a little. For a swift second she considered talking Eve into trying some Solanum mammosum, commonly known as Nipplefruit. Just for a laugh. The world's first celebrity couple would have most certainly died, which was beside the point. Instead, Jezebel pointed Eve towards a Papaya Tree. That's where things went slightly wrong: Adam cheekily watched Eve do the pre- tasting, then tucked in himself. Jezebel rarely eats from trees, Jezebel prefers juicy dogs. Well anyone knows the story that followed that day's unprecedented sugar rush.

Have you ever walked inside yourself?


It happened to me last week, when going to see a motion picture. 


Just off Hermannstrasse we ditched the post-war pavement


and found my citrus spirits all over the wallpaper 


and my engulfing icesea scrutiny matching the armchairs 

and my crimson wool friend became one with the hazel loo cabinet.


When all lemonade was gone and we were still sitting inside our spectacle. 


and we felt like no one belonged here more than us


and we felt plenty more references 


and then we felt obvious about feeling in references 


watching someone else's lime light life