VENUS S AMERICA PT3, EVERY O'CLOCK

well girls eat writers food.  run taps with their minds.

dream; partings zig zag wildly on dishevelled sex heads. 

writers hands are full of nipples.

writers hands are empty.

rerun old dreams.

writer steps away from Lou Reed plays Future Days.

eyes bleed tears work VDU short black nights.

writer gets high lists things he can see;

good books on empty chair.

lamp on broken speaker.

shadow of small drink.

(well writer falls to inactivity and black spirals.)

well thurs night writer cooked burgers. 

celebrate 2 attempts on writers soft life today.

only vague economic power source.  motive unknown.

racist with prostate cancer stands lost in hospital stores.

still doing shifts. 

well we’re all nice people aren’t we? we deserve more than dreaming alone in nightmare beds.

citizens open electronic hailing frequencies of forced hope and bore themselves with invented problems.  

justify passing on real heat.

writer clocks are second hand and broken on cheap wood mantel. next to dust and holy water.  every o'clock in here.

taps run alone.

rerun dreams.  well writer can only hold the moment for a moment.

then black spirals throw up at dawn.

police and Russians have been in here.  they know writer writes.

writer wonders drunk where self awareness is.

hangovers mescaline now writer pushes it loading water and medication and meditation and low breathing.

reruns old dreams.

well writer has TV on 5 minutes.  too long.  

5 mins too long a wait for cooked stove food.

writer cant smell death or disease yet so he reckons he might be OK.

people on TV death tube have ridiculous faces

writer draws stripes on notebook modern art now.

rerun old dreams.  fantasy redux.  

writer holds on to positive pain on the straight razor with the snails.

MPs pole dance in Arabia futurescape jet fly home to

Europe ridiculous.

they run remakes of elections in Venus S America.

rerun

old

dreams. 

well writer smiles laughter track on TV is ugly beautiful.

recorded smiles wear harmless clothes.  make him do it.

from another time.  from Venus S America.

hook deep in writers slow wound.

is inside a body writer doesn’t let it ruin his day.

drunk he’s drinking its safe no one dies in their 30s anymore.

rerun old dreams.  writer sleeps awake.  dawns black on venus.

move and do.  move and do.  a boneless shark.

well writer saw Saturns arms out like a child plays.

moons appear.

beautiful 

planet

was

silent

king.