DONE LOOKING

for all the 
            plastic bravado
        that
            breaks like toys
        the 
            sick note word play
        thats
            a phantasm  a mask
for all the
            dark fantasies
            from
            back
            in
            the
            drunken cliche day
        that
            cling to my primate spine  
for all the
            blister pack zen
        thats
            poppies  armistice  2min silence
            in
            the
            wifi
            whirl
for all the
            video game repetition
        that
            daily reset after download night
for all the 
            missed  missed  missed
            moments
            between the steel and glass
            and
for all the            
            tiny optisim
        that
            went vroooooooom
            on
            the
            rug of nothing 
for all the 
            therapy moments
        
        when i was  new  alive
        
            out
            with
            the
            spiders  
  
            silver webs  

            and amazing  flying  birds
        
    in the mad-ordered forest 
            of
            broken
            dawn
        when my pupils 

        shrank drug tiny

       when i was  new  alive
            amazed 
            at
            the
            flying  flying  birds

for all the 
           time
           tolerant saviours in mufti 
           spoke
           simple
           sense
          
       and i let
           the carrion
           float
           away
         down stream
           and
         looked north  looked up

for all that
i still cant see my own end . . .

its
always 
in the 
last place 
you look
            they say

so i 
am done 
looking
            for today

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