KEEP ON KEEPING ON WITH ALL THE KEEPING ON

 

cradled 

by milk & 

by bricks & 

by habit

a streak of

arch nemesis

hanging on 

the back of the door

skin turning

all the 

colours of

a rose

& a frayed string 

hanging

from the

plastic boats prow

TMESHARE DICE

 

playing
such
a long game

that 

not 

only

does it
look like
i am not playing

but i can

sometimes forget 

i am playing too

DISASTERING

cannot
fully
look
upon

our wretched condition
& rolling disaster

without me disastering more

~

i consult my volatile slab
of magic & deception

for any countdown delay
or its possible illusion

in the elongated

gout of the world

MATTERS

 

manipulating always
the matter all arounds us

breaking the atom

harassing the ore

i dont think 

the trees

like the view

THREE MINIPOPS

there something
nice about knowing

theres classy venues
out there by the seaside

where OMD
still gig

~

in the drought
you wait for rain

at the typer
window & desk

battened down
in the newspeak gale

~

scotch was

a benevolent fury
of self-heroism
on the cusp of heaven

back

in
the
bottle shop doorway