SPONGIFORM RAIN

concepts risk failing

when grabbed hostage

in the spongiform 

of appropriated words


& i feel 

like sarah connor
when its raining 

in my heart

EGO POP

well the jealous gods 
they struck me down
in the compound tension

of the prebirth greenroom

i am never

to make it 

high enough now

to plant my arse 

on an immortal throne

somewhere between 

jimmy page

weeping algea

& 

the howler monkey gods of maya

 

WELL DOC

the
stout strangeness

& absolute carbuncle

of 

larping human 

among concrete berms

~

well doc prescribe me

a scamper across 

the freshest meadow

& a forest meander 

up & down & about

a heady game trail

THE ANYWAY FILES

i would be climbing the damn walls

in these helpdesk chatbot days

of recreational consumption

& blue-grey smiling vans

if i could climb anything at all

~

anyways these poems here 

are proof of life

& the sacred twofer

of discipline & attempt

~

& when all the children of the revolution

ask me what i did while it all fell apart

i can say

well kids 

i wrote it down

or kinda tried to

knee deep in gadgets

& plastic & pills

lou reed on the player

SHOES ON THE DANUBE BANK

that
riverside
row
of

everyones
shoes

theyre not emptied because of rapture