ROSES & COFFEE

i am in the terminator lull

with a face full of roses

& the idiom stink of coffee

SKY PILOTS HOPES

i stand to wave 

to the silver darts 

that scratch the sky
&
i hope they nattered

taxiing for take off

about which battered hat  

i might pick out

& slap with elan

on my dome today

&

i hope they wish

they were down here

with us relaxing too

bare toes in the long grass

cinnamon rolls 

&

strawberry scones

coffee & cannabis & tea

ABOUT WRITING

just cos i dont know 

  why i still do it
  is no reason to stop

just cos i dont know 

  right now does not mean 

  the reason is not SOUND

just cos i dont know
  isnt reason to lose trust

  in that me who did

  cos

he was onto something

  or 

he was ON something

  either way 

  strap in

  beacon lit

TWO X HAY(NU)KU

chinatowns

summer corners

times square sleet

~

holiday

to innsmouth ?

no no no 

CURL OF A SHRIMP

in the corner 

of the sofa
in the corner 

of the room

the cat sleeps

silent & shaped

in the curl 

of a shrimp

& the night air

thru open windows
tussles zephyrs in 

his slumbering thatch