SOME TUESDAY POPS

DREAM

in my
daytime collapse
sunlit dreams
i saw

scratch & sniff satan
paint black paint on

his
hijacked
darkside
albert hall



PITEOUS GRATITUDE

the rain clouds
thin at dusk

thick sky tho
just four stars

false dawn is a halo smear
sodden fabric wont catch

& sometimes unbelievable sunshine
comes in thru the morning windows

the sick & unsick
are 
piteously grateful 
for 
the 
sour lemon sun



SANITY HEARINGS

only see 
in clear 
blacks & whites

when
its
all
gone
all
black

& the white light then
is the gone days
or
others
easy
tv
glow



CHESSBOARD - BABY JOHANSEN

baby johansen says-

  papa
  whys
  the
  humping black darkness

  easier to hold onto

  than
  the
  float
  of
  white
  light
  ?

papa say-

  . . . bad genes ?

from deposit photos.com