Machine Noise For A Quiet Daydream-Barry Can't Swim/Séamus

There ye go. Can you not see it? You can’t see what’s right in front of your eyes sometimes. Especially if it’s an exact replica of your own eyes. The carousel of molten show horses There is nothing really There there There there Artaban the fourth wise man Sat down on the dual carriage way And counted the flower petals on the roundabouts In your minds eye It is time to walk the cats It is time the cats were walked I had a mosaic on my floor of a Hindu God that no one had ever heard of The artist is present The mental hospital closed down for routine maintenance on the light bulbs And we were all bowling We all went bowling. It was a psychotic birthday party. I scored many strikes. I am a good bowler. The best in the entire hospital You can beat me But you cannot beat me at bowling Everything that is Isn’t Wasn’t it eventually? Even this won’t be this For that long. FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FUN FAIR I eat toast. I talk to my Mother about the varying prices of yogurts in local discount supermarket chains. I’m timing something wise at the same time The race has already finished FUN FAIR FUN FAIR FUN FUN FAIR I saw his hand shaking before his death Shaking at all he had not done. FUN FAIR FUN FAIR Nauseating bluebell oesophagus Tolerating tiny stale offices Dae de Ching She has the Dao de Ching FUN FUN Sacred text in veins Paper planes Artisan, Artaban wise man I want to lick syrup off your body FUN FAIR An arsonist a funeral That’s the way of it The Dao The Dao The Dao that cannot be spoken The Dao The Dao that can be spoken Is not the Dao. Isn’t really coffin that is burning so the Children can light their sparklers off a well lived life. A breast. A robin. A line of binary code A look in someones eyes when you were Actually looking at them What kisses will you remember When you take our last breath?