This performance of
‘I Want My Fucking Money’
broadcast live from the street will conclude
when the last human being on earth
has perished.

The Freshly Renovated Bachelor Suite has its ear
to the ground, has the ear
of the Paying Guest
who’s found a bed down there among
the learning experiences
and automatic functions,
decor objects from HomeSense’s
Blunt Force Trauma Collection

above which the house hovers like a spaceship
in a super-convenient location
and the Hosts walk overland.
A pilot light flickers
like an awareness of self,
chaos whispering through the fittings,
pipes singing, patterns
in the textiles repeating, the weeping tile –

between sound and silence
is music.

The Martians Claim Canada
The Book Tree