CARDIA, A TUMBLE THOUGHT

&
heart
pounding

at
nothing
cos

its

morning
again

~

no midnight zen survives 

in the rude 7am

where the ghosts of cigarettes howl

& coffee is coffee & again

7 AM

in a blue-green haze
mahogany horses dip and run
on
buckle-legs
and
white-beige blossom drift-blows sideways
on
the
polite-cough breeze

but this morning
is
not
a
morning - its a romantics watercolour
in
vaseline
soft-focus
healthy and impossible - innocence from denial brushes

after
a
night
of 
laminated-gloss Bosch

hieronymus bosch, detail of hell