SHADIER

For a while, a fugue state fan under a Cioran sun
but now, stateless new dance drugs
as some substitute for some suffering.

Everyday desertion dearly
lire dans le noir.

Meyer ‘Lemon’ Lanksy looks exactly like Edmond ‘Jah’ Jabès.

The future is incoherent and irrelevant.
Totally sand and sea.

Almost hang loose, almost free Tibet.

Yes, I’m speaking about my spiritual leaders
peace love and misunderstanding.

Like our hypnopompic corner suite at Liquid Road Hotel.
Like Saul Leiter is pronounced lighter.

Like the swoon hypothesis.

I’m in Marseille, wild mint city.
I’m shadier
and shadier.