Simple Theories

  Penny eyes sight breaking rock. On which field of endeavour, now rock dust of joy. Unpinned plan deregulated as need. Fire eats non-fire. More hostages than people remain. Sullen mobiles addressing disorder. Ideology has spare tire, no semaphore, no plankton surviving. The clatter comes at the expense of latitude, the circle remains broken. Umpteen circles represent. Serious questions fit slightly used shoes. No one survives without a fight or prefix. Stutter like hail, the times tell a different story. Story tells a different time.

  It doesn’t need to be said, it needs to be saying It lives in a space that we haven’t called It exhibits accuracy to the point of disappearance It seems like ranch dressing in the middle of the ocean where ranch dressing cannot be pronounced and only ocean can be announced It mostly presents a decrepit ideal It begins at the page before you looked, but looser No arrival can be proclaimed, but of course  “la mer”  defines the very middle You often think you had the time,  that  time