TRUE CRIME 4, ICELAND

 

FROM THOSE HOSPITAL MORNINGS

hes tall & thin
or looks tall because hes thin

& his neck is made of hollows
a deep shadow round his apple
from the 

phone stores 

heaven glare

in the shopping malls
level one coffee array

~

he is the colour of antiques
& his eyes are wet stones
& i see the misfires under his skin

i dont know him
but i know the look

from those hospital mornings
& the goodbye souls
on pyjama parade

& ending there

JACKET BYE & BIO

 

without ceremony
my old leather jacket

was retired one autumn

the heft of bottles
had really stretched 

the pockets right out

&

its tortured lining

was in sad disarray 

( my uniform had softened now

  into sicknote rehab chic )

leathers still soft as cream tho

only rigid as a biscuit

round its cuff sleeve holes

oh the things it has seen

& the stories it could tell !

also - the zip is fine

DOMESTIC POPLING 4, A PILL PACK POP

 

MOVING WATER, A PILL PACK POP