moon fountain

images from Puerto del la Cruz visit collide and kiss with this mornings bath-tub. demonstrate a day dream: 

they have seats outside the moon so you can sit and wait by the ocean...

alongside the rocks which are stacked up up

and are still your sitting outside the moon

(like you, they appear absent minded)

the carved totems from their poles have long since left for sea,

as have your dreams

the stones wait like you do,

faceless patience is their pace

still, at the very same time and not so far away,

waiting turns to lunar pull

 the woman outside the moon rises from her sitting genuflection

and is at the same time me turning my attention to her mouth

 gridlocked and inaudible

it is the constant O

that in turn says:

'return to me'

towards which the aquatic will splash despite themselves

and Speak!

After the baby shower I took home with me a soapy blue foetus.
this morning I bathed with it.

coming home she begins to honey-salivate on the soapy-blue
in the bath she speaks:
'I localize in the audacious moment of a this is for me'

mouth still O
turning on her stomach she echolocates melodies
and is the spontaneous generation of water
that preceded the box

it is perverse to wash with a foetal soap. it is funny. 

and I am reminded of my sisters collage when I do this.

so have here invented her a history. one of many. and that is how I like to play games.

This post is a spontaneously generated O