WILLEM DAFOES FACE

willem dafoes face is thick and troughed

and

capable of great menace and uncle openness.

he

is

on

my

TV

bank holiday Monday/in a comic adaptation.

he is burned onto my retina for three days.

     willem dafoes face!

     FOR THREE DAYS!

earlier that day;

got up late/shopped

forgot toothbrush/toothpaste/remembered fruit/sliced meats/first pressed oil

and

bargain scotch by the litre

that

weighed

my

basket

down.

i submitted boozey pomes about boozey nights

to

small websites snowed under

and

unresponsive.

i backed up photos of family and gin/they’re SAFE now.

but its

all without enthusiasm or joy or company -

i’m doing it cos i think i am meant to/it keeps the voices quiet...

then in the bath i’m ignoring knocking at the door

taking

coedine

with 

wine

and

in a towel in the garden the wind is blowing on my balls

and the lawn

is covered with its own browning corpses

and

i’m

waving an old boer sword around.

     anyone asks; 

     I’M WATERING PLANTS OK!

then i watched a whole film not knowing if i’d seen it before.

credits roll

and

still

i’m

not

sure.

now back to; comic adaptation with willem dafoes face

that SEARS

his flesh mold into me for THREE DAYS.

his FACE is

heavy

with

meaning and feeling

I cant put my finger on-

an epic visage that speaks out loud like the jesus he was.