Wrap the radio in newspaper.  Dress yourself like a telephone poll and don't be afraid to transmit all the way to Russia if you're feeling.  Eat the silence like a mustard sandwich, pay with your library card.  Get it through your head: there is no meaning to your furniture.

 

Too modern to bleed, we speak in accidents.  A plastic ballerina telegraphs her sorrow like a boxer.  Tomorrow's dogs flicker over a toxic bridge.  Naked totems last.  So dress yourself carefully and fledglings beware. 

 

Discount translations sell

at the kiosk because nobody

is everywhere.

 

Pray to the satellites,

they're closer.