and all the bad things i taught myself and all the flat things i said are sand now gone thru the glasses neck for the tide to collect as is ~ ( or leave behind to remind and season on this strange winter beach )
1. TELEPHONE BLUES i dont ring him so he cant not answer 2. SOFA BLUES i cant find proof enough that we are not all mad not behind the sofa where water damage flakes the paint or under its blameless cushions only pennies there and peanuts 3. 3 O CLOCK BLUES i nap acceptably well for a whole 45 mins & wake in the pms 3 o clock nadir i simmer waiting on night to deliver its own black conundrum its coma its peace and its certified hallucination
1. i woke up & most of it all was a dream & i cancelled all my plans that werent bars deep in dusks hug 2.
like an unbaked potato sitting on a chair one lego two lego got no hair 3.
thru the keyholes theres sparse electric sparks keyhole glimpses all i got big picture too vast survival puts blinkers on & pulls shut the shutters
4. if only we were only monkeys with our genius grip ethically tempered oilless with eyes that see we would know the dolphins by now & all the whale kings
2. look at us small pink giants with our plastic handles designed hallucinations stuff our nights fearhole full look at us not nearly meek enough to inherit any thing any more 3. my fingers they tear time like its tissue & i dont think i should have done that
1. THREE POMES three pomes hover before my sleeping eyes fruit flies with cheeky grins who wont wont just wont settle during nights half coma delirium and its rotisserie chicken parade of course they escape or of course never never just never were ~ but the day washed up this tube pop on the back of boiled eggs at 11 AMs low tide 2. CUL DE SAC its a cul de sac people ! we are in a cul de sac we are cul de sac people dont fret back up this is nowhere we havent been before break new ground is all break new ground with respect for the tools and the magic underfoot