Monday 18 March 2024

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS




time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out
meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton
& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails
in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees
where the sky cannot see me
the warplanes
stay away
in my phone








Friday 15 March 2024

CREASED LIKE A BRAIN




sometimes its ok

& the tv
dovetails into my mind
with near cnc precision

from worlds away 
to my time here

~

when mostly 

it only puttys up the gap
badly & shoddily 
& without due care

like i did
behind the radiator
in the hallway
2007

wall all creased like a brain








Wednesday 13 March 2024

A LOGICAL WAY




we
render
our 
animal experience
into cannibal tallow

to ease the grit 
in the bearings
of the carbolic wheel

in the mad hope of pearl
peace
& a logical way







Tuesday 12 March 2024

STUCK TO FLUID GUNS




as a surface dweller
i find 
the caverns of deep thought
stifling & frightening & a trap
bereft as i assume they must be
of real light & good air

& the tvs 
clever 
movie twists & tricks
of in-jokes & easter eggs
stink of vanity
to me now

it wasnt always this way

i am in function retreat

& i stick to my fluid guns








Monday 11 March 2024

BROADCAST TINNITUS




my 
essential work

of filing reports 

is hampered now

by the heavy static

of broadcast tinnitus 

the nerve damage 

from the death tv