WELL DOC

the
stout strangeness

& absolute carbuncle

of 

larping human 

among concrete berms

~

well doc prescribe me

a scamper across 

the freshest meadow

& a forest meander 

up & down & about

a heady game trail

THE ANYWAY FILES

i would be climbing the damn walls

in these helpdesk chatbot days

of recreational consumption

& blue-grey smiling vans

if i could climb anything at all

~

anyways these poems here 

are proof of life

& the sacred twofer

of discipline & attempt

~

& when all the children of the revolution

ask me what i did while it all fell apart

i can say

well kids 

i wrote it down

or kinda tried to

knee deep in gadgets

& plastic & pills

lou reed on the player

SHOES ON THE DANUBE BANK

that
riverside
row
of

everyones
shoes

theyre not emptied because of rapture

TOUR or SHOW YOUR WORKING OUT

 

i walk thru the past

walk ? drift maybe - float ?

attend . . . nah

or visit ? yes visit

no - tour ! 

~

in the concrete downtime

of sickness & england

i tour thru the past 

top down / beta band on

even tho

i reckon

i found all there is 

for me to find there
but you never can know

it has surprised me before

COMPASSIONS IN THE BIN BAG

 

with their outside barks

  & their indoor drool

the abandoned 

  get ignited & hysterical 

  about ogres

the monied make up

  from fear yet again

~

call it what it is

a narrowboat conversation

in a deadwater canal 

stick a fork in it

turn it over

its done