MONDAYS DROPPINGS

PRODUCTION

on the toilet
i am a man farm
making shit
for
no 
roses


AND EXTRACTION

and 
after 
it
is 
all
over
there is space

inviting reflection inside


THEN REFLECTION

real animals
shit on their boundary
eat something
destroy something
bloody their claws
and
fall into sleep
untroubled
on the worlds dirt

i am good for the first three

maybe
four


WHICH IS EXHAUSTING

as giant 
as a yawn 
and twice 
as needy
i sit 
on a folding chair

witness to the daily soft parade

histories headstones
and dead bouquets 
in
my
bag


SO I REST

i
am
mostly invisible

inside a kind of gas
and a £4 charity cloak

and
the
smell
of
fresh turned soil