MITHERED ON THE WAY

problems divined

with ham & a slide rule

i approach their roots

with bubble wrap & blades

mustered brain tools

wrapped in a gauze

of understanding 

& frozen & loosened 

& baked & mithered 

along the roman way

that was a trip not a journey

& amazed at love

TORPID INTERIM

they took it all apart

& 

put it back together 

in the night

while we slept 

~

but no ones 

delivered

my new lines

so i work on emptying my mug

feeling

tightly interfretted 

in the torpid interim

as the morning 

climbs up itself

to a sandwich lunch

ABOUT A BEACH HOLIDAY

the cool night
& hobo dawn
prest a promise
the day mulls on

& in comes the naos of august

petrol spilt

on the services

yellow grid

concrete sea

~

then gulls cry in the ratine blue

&

now motorboats smoke their diesel

& we take lunch
in foil & in tupperware
to the beach

jellyfish & seaweed

tangled like warriors

in the wormholed sand

FOLLOWING THE RULES

weekday kitchen kettle whistle  

&

comedy show canned laughter

bubble thru the walls

following the rules

all saying its all ok

~

& i hear them

& i hold them

for the heavy tomorrow 

when 

we

i

you 

cant

BEACH, A FRAG POP

over the orange aprons

happy dog footprints
&
the endless ellipsis
a walking stick left

the sun 

sees off

the dawn mist

& 

preps a function

for the liminal scene