DONT THAT SOUND GRAND

kill the morning with art now

dont that sound grand ?

~

used to be sick 

with residue & loathing

&

a fermenting hangover

&

it called for more of the same

broken & glorious

broken WAS glorious

deliberate incapacity

was a political act

dont that sound grand ?

~

alcohol had an energy then
before its function crept
into the cold bone abyss

& 

everything else
EVERYTHING else
from the trees to the grey cocaine
were just chasers boy chasers

chasing me down 

the greased runway

of the cliche slide

GHOST ITCH REDUX

none of us

is anything

inside

the

first

emptied

moments

before we dawn

~

blank as a born baby

a ghost of an itch

a shadow of abyss

before

the nonsense of clocks

Kicks In

~

&

our

roles

unfold

truncated

on

a

knife

edge

&

i slide there

with

the

butter

&

the

jam

letting coffee headline

this carnival show

from diabetes.co.uk

TWO WATER POPS

WATER POP THE 1ST

i decide 
to have 
a good day

the abyss on my heels

does it matter
if the sun shines ?

~

i
am
an
absorbing eye

no snap judgement
no noticeable self
a fish out of water

down-low red alert beeps
silent coded epiphany seeps

before breakfast pills
fill in the space
above my shoes

~

it matters if the sun shines-

it keeps 
the abyss 
in the cistern

subdued by blue scented jelly



WATER POP THE 2ND

steel hulls force waves
to power out
like influence
and decree

diagonal ridges on the run
in
a
riled river 
of oil and ink

racing for the masts
of the sunken
bomb-ship
carcass

~

tanker of fonts
shed its load
out in the estuarys
great grey wedge

shoes off
at dusk
i count the moons in the surf

collect metaphors
bobbing against
storm wall cement 

under the failed outreach
of
all
the
ruined
wharves
sunken sign-off similes

ss richard montgomery from amusingplanet.com

NOTHING AM

thursday mid morning 

and 

the Nothing

is

RAMPANT

its Nothing past Nothing AM

and 

i 

have 

to 

write it down to give IT substance 

make

it

Something past Something AM

paint some dimension on IT

and

lift it up to balance on the edge of Abyss

and

make

us

seem More than an accident of

a

gods

one ancient hanging ball

from alexiuus.deviantart.com

BABY INSIGHT

the
world damaged and self tortured souls
who fell
and
who almost folded
and
who voyaged in the murk of the hungry abyss and the storm gutter
and
are standing now
wiser and hotter and benevolent and epic tolerant
and
glow privately 
with 
the light of black knowledge gone

find one
and 
let them hold you
in a 
giving understanding clean clear embrace
so
as
you dont fall off the world
anymore