useless and bored and defeated and angry.
its a brilliant may monday.
heat lays like steel slabs over everything.
everyone comes out
and luncheson
sad
patches
of
grass.
little brown nurse says it for me.
FUCKING HELL FORD!
she says
NO FUCKING MONEY OR TIME!
home i sneer poems into a microphone over ambient grunge.
i launch them electronically
into
another
world.
today
the
chirping dusk birds are no natures joy
but
ignorant irritants of careless creation.
breath deep breath deep . . .
i water the garden pots
for the calm/for the plastic zen.
my mother and father put them in
and i hope i can
enjoy
them
some
easy
afternoon.
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