HOT WASHED MADRAS & A CAFE HAY(NA)KU

we are joule sacs

dissembling soft scaffolds

& the wires 

& the pipes

in the sunsets rerun

& the perjury of night

~

i 

order coffee

& browse sandwiches

in 

a delicious 

soup of accents

FRIEND SONG WITH PARENTHESES

inside me
is a multiheaded megafriend

made up of all of you

 (in your levis / your gyspy core
  & your norm-chic

  your saturated black / the hat envy

  & toytown frills)

& you all talk to me still

 (questions edged with giggles

  & the lume of a plaintive moon)

no matter
how far
you think
you have
all gone

I CHANGED THE WORLD TODAY

so i changed the world today !

in 

   a 

     literal 

             sense 

                   only 

                        tho

when i moved
three garden pebbles
from their happenstance

into
a
small
pointless
cairn

by the animals 

fresh water bowl

&

our 

cinnamon bun afternoon 

easy crossword chairs

15 YEARS OF BLOGGING POEMS

i know 

my reports

are hit & miss

like the coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         coat on coat off
         english weather roulette

but 

this 

is 

a self employed position 

& 

i make my own hours 

&

the targets are fluid 

& 

the quality control watchdog 

is stretched out thinking 

nothing & nonsense

across the daytime bed

AS IT EVER WAS

no choice but 

to worry thru
these worry times

& 

leave sweet evidence

of gentle passing

like a smile

thats well timed

in the stress

of the world

or a drawing

for a child

& for the door

of a hungry fridges

rota cluttered milieu