FRIDAY POPS

GET ME THE PRODUCER 
ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW

and the dream was
All 
Too 
Much

still i revisit its viscera
tour its trenches
hot 
with a vicarious bug

true there was love there too
an enduring rock stack
in 
the 
horrors wild surf

a love so densely intense
it wept all by itself

and thats why



I CHANGED MY MIND

cafe mallside
bucket of coffee

my hands are cranes
my mind runs on the spot

and i wonder
all the people ive knowed
where are they ?

will
one
not
appear

and have a coffee with me ?

~

shitchrist

i see someone i knowed

check shirt
beanie like a sock
3/4 camo shorts over gym calves
inked there
wear the hair
never grew back

hes with a baby
and a lady
in her best velour

and all i can think is

please dont see me

dont
not today



YOU EXIST
THEREFORE
YOURE FINE

the bodies
on the
carrier bag primark streets
in the
college dropoff backpack avenues
rolling 
in the
orange 
of pedestrianised blockpaved bowls
and
gazing out their office pods

theyre ALL the shapes there are

like theres been a fire
in the waxworks arcade

~

this is outdoors in World 2.0

the airbrushed
the tv thin
are only toner in tryhard shop windows

so dont worry so much
about
your
meat puppet

its a body
valid transportation
and a pleasure stack

let those ads
with the skinny beaches
with the soft lit jawlines

let them 
jog on to hell 
their own way

and smile
smile with your eyes

and maintain
and dose up
your
soft meccano
with
whatever it needs

youre a metaphorical tank

in this trial simulation

from comedycentral.co.uk