when
i
was
solidstate & sarcastic
going faster miles an hour
i
was
a
streetside clothes horse
rapping elastic
in the mojo midnight
unsane
up
the
rec ground
climbing frame
harebrained in denim and nowhere free
~
& when i was a teflon pan
i was an echo chamber
of feedback & warehouse labour
filtered
with
hearsay
from thirty years away
denying
the
frying
inside
~
& when i shorted out
out of the simmer pot
& into the blue stove flames
i
became
a
flagellating phoenix
combing for codeine
in the dead gold drift wood
on
the
kitchen granite causeway
& i asked for oxy
in the new wave vault
for
all
the
ultra waves
from out the catchup tv
~
& now im an open book
with a split & busted spine
i
am
all
water stained & edged with brown
with dried up
slo-mo go-go glands
playing canute in the bathtub
with a heel in the plughole
medicated right-side-up
&
john woo shootout slow
my index awol
& anyway
its written
in
hanging chad braille
from pinterest
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