CLICHE PLATITUDE

today theyre testing
the transportation 

of antimatter 

by driving it around a swiss ringroad

with all the other 

reckless fuckery going on

this seems like almost 

a literal walk in the park

~

& the cliché platitude

'its not the end of the world'

seems like tempting 

a parlous fate 

in these ribald days

SEE ME OR CAN DO BETTER

in
the
time
it
takes me
to do my teeth

i

have

travelled 

around

half

our world & history

& 

i scribble 

SEE ME or CAN DO BETTER 

in red

under

all our 

pointless & destructive repetitions

MINUTIA

a week
is the systematic emptying

of two plastic dosettes

& 

the church bells ringing
on a friday evening too soon

~

once i had committed 

to putting out the washing

i was anxiously watching 

the clouds for signs of rain

& i was reassured 

as much by their steady march east

as i was worried 

by their deep bruised hue

BICYCLE CARCASS

the street sweeper
is old as fortitude & roses
& dismounts her machine steed
& smokes & swears & stresses
over
another
mountain bike carcass
abandoned
in the precinct fountains
scuzzy puddle bed

~

i viddy her slog

from a bench outside Boots

wings in the tree

rats down the cracks

Costa cubby belching

steam punk sounds

HALFSIES DAY

now i havent
done the mathing
at all properly
but
around
about
now
i have spent a much time alive
in this century & millennia
as in the last

& i dont know what to do about it
so i am calling it Halfsies Day
& putting it here