PART ONE OF A FUNERAL TRILOGY

YOUNG ?!

i
was

' young '

( what a LOADED word
  i almost cannot use it )

i
was
unformed

functioning mush
on 
the
fila
farah
ivan lendle
xr3i cabriolet streets

~

and i couldnt 
tell you now 
what i wore then 

for
the
funeral
this pome is about

probably some 
poorly applied 
hair gel
from 
a screw top jar
from
superdrug in eastgate

and
an
air
of
the jagged inbetween




HERE BE DRAGONS

i was full
with
empty things

i felt uncharted

no
i felt unchartable

here be dragons
like on an old map

and if there were dragons
well they were mute
wings clipped

i was 
beyond and underneath

i was
inside the outside
outside the inside

of
my
12 yr old
1985




A FRENCHMAN PHILOSOPHER

like
a
frenchman
philosopher
i knew
nothing
was
nothing
was
nothing
but
ennui black
and
cigarettes
in the 
bath tub

ash volcanic
on the holiday surf
and
blood
in
the
beach hut home

bill cosby sweater from pinterest