FOUR BY FOUR & THREE BY FOUR

sick days have time

for a biopsy punch

of the prologue past

so instead of that

i stretch out

& teach myself

an impromptu class

on counterproductive semantics

THANKS & PLEASE

 

had enough of living
in interesting times thanks

could do with some
uninteresting times now please

downtime in the pit

with the maintenance pros

to breath & mourn
& catch up some

BALLOONED

black night

purple edges

head ballooned 

by tiers 

of overthunk

& immense

amygdala action

~

& it feels 

as if rotating 

like deli windows

spit roast chicken

or those

old fashioned

police cars 

roof mounted

blue lights

TIMES LINEAR BALLS

i hate all that
this is NOW &
that was THEN lark

&

i hate the nothing 

of clabby calendar mist 

that hangs inbetween them

&

i feel i can 

almost almost very nearly

reach out & finger

us climbing drunk again

over the cemetery gates

MISFIT CAFE MORNING

the misfit cafe morning

7 AM gentle light & bacon

& us - our strange meat

is squashed & stretched 

into silhouettes similar 

to rejected supermarket fruit
 

& the floor & the tables & the plants

& our canes & our rollers & our braces
are all shaped from

the same resinous 

oil industry

by-product goo

& when a regular joe comes in

with wifi token & saturday paper

& sees two tons of neck beard

& 47 yards of wheelchair rubber
their hesitation is only noted

in the misfit cafe morning

7 AM 

gentle light 

& bacon