SO THERES THAT

did a hard ton of work 
on the bad architecture
in
the
skull bone 
over my boots
when
the 
patches of common habits
split
like
green 
wood

counselled the horrible this
and
therapised the awful that
and
still 
i'm 
a 
jetlag hangover night-piss
with
derelict legs - wood eaten by generations of salt wind
and
fingers pumped with helium 
and 
bad 
air

but i get a few scribbles published
in underground rags
and
theres a soft cat 
sleeping the bedspread
and
a
special woman - they both purr - who softens
the rough edges of the cave 
to 
say 
the 
least . . . 

and i got a new vics nasal spray habit too
that
puts
some
legs
in
the empty suck of decaff

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