FIVE: Saint Bollard

Comrade #fervor leans in
Vents #slushy with sleep steam
One #bollard for just that #corner

My Tip Of The Day Is a Hyperlink To A Great Website 

They're piping music into the creampuffs
They're piping music into the refugee camp security checkpoints
They're piping music into the credit ratings
They're piping music into the showerheads 
They're piping music into the rocks
They're piping music into the clocks
They're piping music into the lambs
They're piping music into the real nagging sense of regret that comes from inadvertently disappointing someone you love and care about
They're piping music into the fumes
They're piping music into the tombs
They're piping music into the combs
They're piping music into the bombs

Hithers missing eggs look #here first
We can #cognac not sadly
Thumb a sunken button #bollards

The Biggest Lack of Society Since Chicken, Big Gardens, and the Three Kinds of Jealousy: Motor, Dress, Appetizer 
I like what you're wearing                                
I like what you're holding
I like what you're thinking                             
I like what you're crystallizing
I like what you're prying into
I like what you're preventing me from fully recognizing
I like what you're refusing to be apologetic about and instead becoming antagonistic regarding
I like what you're anxious around
I like that you're comfortable resting your elbows on such a sticky menu
I like that you're assuming a celebratory guise, even though nothing good has happened whatsoever
I like that you're so present in space despite the aquarium wall that infinitely separates us
I like that you're a man in a suit, behind a desk, laughing, like a girl with a garden hose in her hand, offering me peace through the stream
I like that your proposition is a yes or no affair
I like that your hearing is so attuned, to the highest levels of success, that you can make out, a cut sausage falling on carpet
I like that your favorite realistic painting, is about worms that feel the thick, richness of heritage, in everything they squish through
I like that your award, for best snowflake of the year, is letting my piece of popcorn, contend
I like making the bird be the word, high metabolic demands of flight aloft
I like putting the bird in the word, all those tiny bones and fast hearts
Word equals bird
I like that what

Andrew Choate is the author of Too Many Times I See Every Thing Just The Way It Is (Residual Press, PRB Editions), Language Makes Plastic of the Body (Palm Press) and Stingray Clapping (Insert Blanc Press). He is currently working on two books: Learning, which will be published by Writ Large Press and I Love You More, for Insert Blanc. He is a member of Inner Dinner, a performance art dining collective, and is the host of The Unwrinkled Ear radio show on KCHUNG every other Tuesday from 5­ to 7pm PST. His most recent piece of music writing was about the 2014 Nickelsdorf Konfrontationen. In terms of pictures, he is saintbollard.