TO PARAPHRASE DYLAN THOMAS A BIT

we do go gently 

into 

an anticyclonic gloom

straw grass 

razed to stubble

inside the electric tether

~

meteors & rage 

forked diluted

by bluelight nightlife

& frail deeds 

forgotten drown

in the greenwashed bay

BIG ISSUES

 

make me feel

all

dumb
numb
&

down-low backwoods crazy 

like on the edge of panic

but in a valium bath

SAM BROWNE STYLE (TV FRAG POP)

shoulder bag

 & belted raincoat

tugged snug

 sam browne style

 

about the waist of the spy

MORNING REPORT 105

autumn memories

are layered up in me

like an onion

& the late sun

like knives

will dice it

into an album 

of dusk cafes

& numb commutes

MORNING REPORT 104

& its morning

& already

Time is OFF

the ticking frontier 

the kinetic edge

the tippity-tip 

of the quantum spear 

us in its grey turbulence

play at catch-up

with the millwheel push

faking relevance 

with the construct

of reservations

in the sacred mulch

of our appointment books