MORNING LAWN

on the morning lawn

i genuflect to nature & mortality

if genuflection

is drinking coffee

& sitting

like the thinker

rigid & bowed 

in galaxy sized angst

out of sleep & already inside

the onion of the day

DISTRACTED BY THE MANUFACTURED DISTRACTION

i want to do 

fine literary justice

to this sunrise 

looking the same

angry amber
as this mornings hefty first piss

but 

theres

burning

bins

in 

the

police shield streets

&

dark

forces

massing

banal like a skid mark 

on the horizon line

RAVENOUS GHOST

to shrink from the ache

of art & splendour
& analyse why you do too

is the work

of a ravenous ghost
glib & concorde high

DAWN POP

the clouds are torn paper

& the wind
a long & stale
bogarted exhale

setting all the pink roses a tremble

DONT LIKE RETRONYMS

synchronising 

the 

dictionary streams 

with 

cyanide & listerine

helps keeps 

the 

useless retronyms away