C h r i s C a m p a n i o n i —

{paul klee lives on}

fibre optic my ankles

& calves laid along the bed

of ocean repurposed

as concrete metal rubber

bitumen eat me through the phone

grind my mouth here

they call it fleischkultur

penny is to luck as . . . ?

softened by this full

length mirror

these plants I’ve been

asked to water

our newfound frenzy

to both bottom

paul klee lives on

my temporary

walls high ceilings &

windows your hand

has exigent

qualities the rain intruding

this afternoon catwalk

all the terraces in east berlin

my witness I heard poets

responsible for our

voices I can put on

a white accent too we face

time in the bunker

turned private collection

you ask about

“contemporary literature”

the violence of collage

she assures my meat

pounded thin

slow drip my favorite

sound 22 minutes

of motivational content

we came of age

in lieu of macintosh

I pick lingonberries

in the volkspark

prepare a flaming cake

for two my only

ambition to near

through form

as distance

upon every

trespass time

my gait to sync

the swelling

representation accumulate

my cookies

disappear the body

{ water running in place }

then we talked about

the role of proper names

in private texts

then we walked without

touching approximate

distance better

to amp what hauls

inside us each asking

the other (silently)

to conjure the sound

of water running in place

of a drawn

bath & let

what might be

become without committing

to an ossified presence

so that

is the thrill

& also the terror

let it expand unnaturally

let it grow warmer in ur mind

gripped by the deadened

complexion of computer

generated peaks

you speak in sales

bro ask me

to sweeten

the deal

my careful inventorying

of the day’s graces & violences

balls / cock / hip / asshole / nipple / neck / throat

the interval between

faces in a face

fuck: all we did

was sit here & talk

about the skins

of vegetables

indolently

singing—I’m a soft

& spotted

cow

hug me love me

all day long

wondering why tender meat

must be raised

in total darkness

how much & for how long

did I

leak

that day

how much & for how long

have we remained here entertaining

a plastic malleability

to make us

understand my aspirations

of a sur

face without depth

& behind the face to shape

nothing out

of something

so caress the softened

underbelly of what is hard

as the hip pictures

its own plodding

we cream unequally

{forever chemicals in our rainwater}

rendezvous inside frederick

the great’s beloved

“china room”

sometimes I require

great abandon not

everyone has an ass

fetish commodity

they read marx

“in the original”

my mustache trimmer

arrives posthaste

splice the meaning

of our hobbyhorse

do not go

gently into this

google hangout lay

the cutlery meant

for entertaining

now my scepter

should remain merely

curiosity an impulse

to reconstruct

typos in the second

edition such

a thing as forever

chemicals in our rainwater

we had lost all feeling

of time

.