KING CHURN

used to sit at the tiled desk
ignoring my cold feet
with
a
bottle
and
another bottle
and
dirty
small glasses with thick glass bases
i'd
stare at the table lamp thru
and
churn
out
tiny pops of derision and street litter observation

the piles of old 45s would grow
and
collect
ash
in their charity scratched grooves

now i sit at the same desk with coffee or weird bitter teas
with
chet baker long players 
tickling and painting the slower nights prettier
and
churn out smaller pops
of
toilet trips
and
gentler things

but
still churning
which
is
the
main
thing

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