Friday, January 3, 2014

Nico Vassilakis


The warm tendency
to fold a paper plane
machine to nose honey
this frail communiqué           
as tall data stream
as needs a pinch
the grandiose is off-screen
will diminish unfinished

*

The plane here
is similar to
wherever you might be

Same joy

And intolerable racket
is everywhere

What’s different
is our eyes
What fills them

The way to communicate
is all thumbs now

*

These distractions

cannot elongate

enough

to sustain

So, I changed minds

in order to slow

time

But that just lengthened everything

equally

without a shift in templates

Acceleration suffered

the same result

There it is then

the struggle to be

substantial

and all I get is caught

in process

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