Bugolgi Apparatus

 

  My likeness my likeness sees the future   and runs towards it   children on a playground   thinking nothing of spending   the last penny on something   bright sweet and shiny   my likeness imagines itself   happy at home   with a future substance   in a bath, for desert   or sleeping soundly   with its warmth   at points darkness   and anxiety penetrate   an embarrassing moment of the past   the future swiftly shuts the point down   before memory can   sour an optimism shared   my likeness hides itself in routines   burying into dailyness   imagining itself in a higher state   in another day   getting some   future-time religion

  Julie London on Emergency! In a world of surfaces   cool prevails   what’s never revealed   must be estimated   energy becomes   situational   JG Ballard’s now   on the show   Julie London on Emergency   television shapes careers   that voice haunts my machines   mixing dreams and memories at the hospital on cigarette break   in my ears as an adult   that cool sense of grace   is what the world’s missing now