OF VAGUE INTENT

i would go to st giles
& dig up milton
or what they left of him

& carry his blind bones
to parliament square garden
my caveats in a back pocket

& force areopagitica
thru an AI algo
& out a PA there

if i thought
it would
do any good

EASY AS EASY PIE

late night wisdom
flings sundown ideas

underarm & gentle & legion 

& my poems spiral there

on the night air

into clever & relevant collections

organised by weather & emotion

& their estimated proximity 

to moving bodies of water

& the novels there 

feel only

bare finger taps away

all seemingly 

so simple 

as the easiest easy pie

xanax does that

its a cosy place to dream

holding hands

the night sounds coming in

easy 

as easy pie

FRAG 3

the windolened 

window smears 

are exposed 

in the naked & nothing noon

on the

window panes

of the

waiting room

at the drs

yesterday

like under a microscope

or steamed out with superglue 

on the forensic tv show

another palm print record 

of another killer joe

MY CONTRACT WITH SNACKS

it 

is 

the avatar of great sandwiches

& my contract with snacks & salt

that carries me thru the morning

to brunch

to lunch

&

to
the
hiatus ground
of afternoons
necessary rest

the strange dreams there

doubting reality & all

SOME BACKSTEP OBSERVATIONS

in the almost 

almost 

spring-fresh air

crows call 

intelligent & coded instruction

from the tv lines

& heavy leaves clog in the grate

~

the cement is darker  

like its been coloured in

& the chairs drip
drip drip drip

& bird seed sprouts in the feeders