Industry multiplies after mating with north east corridor.
These are the states,
after all.
So crass, so…unEuropean, yes? Good.
Lets not go to Europe today.
Lets not be in a state either.
Move above the ground, hover over territory.
No man’s land.
A woman’s sea,
the great outer-periphery causing
A glare
on your window.
I love your little gems, Alexistentialism. 
Sometimes, certain experiences bring out a synaesthetic response in me. Your poems for instance, ‘feel’ (as in texture) and ‘taste’ like deliciously expensive, chocolates – beautifully crafted, a wonderful, subtle flavour and superbly balanced.
For me, the key in your little poems is the sophisticated balance between lightness and richness; it makes me want to roll my tongue over the words and around the phrases.
I’ll repeat my last comment because you might now understand why I said it:
Yum.