Paris:
Ghosts at No. 9
it's an empty
street it's
full of figures
moving
while the dream
machine
ripples strips
of dark
interfering with
his alpha
waves the ghosts
of number nine
are restless sous
les pavés
the beach at Tangier
is a turning page
windswept over-exposed
the colours
bleached the chief
effects
of a dirty bomb
are fear and panic
increased incidence
of cancer
interposition
of curves the ghosts
are interfering
with each other
salts feared and
panic greater
below the agitated
stones the phantoms
of the new mingle
with us shaken
underneath the
streets' whitened
vacuum a bleached
beach the feared
is cupping glasses
the grass of panic in
windy curves his
name again empty
rotation movable
bodies incidental cancer
the street empties
agitation mingles
with the dirt
fear shaken in
a glassy wind the steady
flick of light
and dark disrupting
the stones Tangier
is underneath
bodies incidental
on the beach