2015 CLEAR OUT POPS

1.

  it
  is
familiarity / habit 

    (both cobalt blue)

and
my
daily doses - pills / love / light

    (scarlet and gas-fire orange)

  that
  keeps
  me 
  quiet 
out on this
alien ledge
  where
  artists
  wait in rags

    (stripes and checks and black-white)


2.

poetry-

pissing in gales
monsoon weeping

    or

  an
  angry
  ape
ripping thesauruses / bibles
into
Orphans Widows Wardead

  in front of the mirror with rusty corners
  in
  a
library washroom


3.

cars at 7 pm
mumble and rumble-shout
  8
  tight
  syllables
over the train track crossing 


4.

  office buildings
  glass and steel layer cakes
shine
all night
for
the 
ghosts of the laid-off

and
  fart out the sweat-stench of the working day
  in
  hot
  steam 

     billowing

into the security eyes

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