that
fiery blowhole spume
unkowable & barbed
wired in denim tubes
beak-hole
slug-trail
bottled milk
on the
get home
dawn doorstep
that
intradimensional
mad
light
that
was
my sugar mountain
i can see it from here
~
here-
jelly on a marrowbone stick
bully beef belly
under a check shirt tent
teenage residue
&
the 20s tidemark
call for validation
call for recognition
grip slipping
on the
middle age
bitter valley
hillside
my sugar mountain-
can
see it
from here
~
here-
hyper reality slips in
on a backbrain shoehorn
echoes
round
the
normal
chambers
painting mundane hours
a different colour weird
its
stoned-eye overhang
of 3 AM underside
drunk & glowing
in the face
of warning alarms
well
i woke up in the future
& my sugar mountain . . .
i can
see it
from here
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