AUTUMM WHINING REVELATIONS

autumn throws away 
its cheap gold
    in
    a
    decoration celebration

i walk across it on a sick day afternoon

    and
    realise
how Hard the Easy things are    

the drain of the 
    shower 
    shit 
    and shave - any daily discipline
                a
                Himalaya challenge
                when 
    seafog comes in thru my ears
      and
        rolls soup-dense 
        over
        the synapses 
        dulled
        lighthouse sparks

even
  stubbing 
    this 
      finished 
        cigarette out 
takes
  new
    logarithm 
      concentration 

and writing - jesus bandini christ !
  i
vivisect myself at the desk
  for
baby 
Ladybird 
beginner 
prose

too on the gold carpet
i
realise
how Easy the Hard things are

  honesty's floodgates torn down / sold for scrap
  i
  wear
  the
  scars
  and
  the
  holes 
  and 
  the 
  worn 
  organs
  like superhero spandex everyday

even the observation
of the burnt out flatline
  is
  a
razors edge smudged with good blood
  and
rambunctious kipple
  that
  i 
  balance my old boots on
  without
    regret
      foreboding
        or 
          anger

willing my procrastination to turn to pragmatism
in

times natural fibers tidal weave

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