text || Lawrence Upton

Boogie

[two voice

read according to punctuation regardless of apparent sense

read slowly]

she strives to make peace

there isn’t the code

he enjoys a code

you’re making me jealous

he says

it’s always the same unfinished statement of suffering

¿what are we?

¿code?                                                             code

 code

that would serve to go quietly

picks up if they said that his eyes were open

then he cannot bear it                                      then he cannot bear it

not allowed

except under instruction

the ever-changing

the same ridges

across the code

he cannot remember what he saw

i break down

and have been complete

artefacts

complete artefacts

the machines upon which slips out passion

we won’t fracture your fingers

we need them

police turn up

to do you

to go quietly

picks up as thieves in his own disorder

and have signified unpunctuated inflected or may not have been repaired

there was no movement

tell us

break

rattle of talent

the machines upon which we to do our civilisation

in himself

from which we too take

i’ll help you

i’ll help you inside

i’ll help you inside simultaneously

that would serve to make peace

if they say

there isn’t time to walk from the code

police turn up sideways

i cannot remember what his brain showed him

it’s always the word