your anecdotal duff hand grenade scrape does not match my napalm nerve scorch ~ bars are wooden creak like boats at sea adventure in both rum in hand ~ i am adult if the child who survives pilot lights & afterburn is adult ~ theres an out of tune piano on dolphin avenue binmen play it one day its gone ~ in a supermarket tshirt & a primark hat i present myself to bureaucracys willful blindspot ~ with age comes a wisdom & maturity a VIEW that doesnt help anything ~ all roads lead to the stage & then the loading zone all the world is an island in the sea
like an opium dream i become magnanimous and inflated with a great global empathy for orphans empire and the general on the run i feel it pulsing from out my ribcage like the rko tower before an old film rolls i feel like a communications satellite i feel like a minor god till the height gets to me then i taste the taste like cola tasted when we were young and just looking for a wall to climb to see if there was tv adventure or abandoned porn waiting down on the other side
A SIGH might as well carry on yes ok then lets carry on
VICARIOUS PIE IN THE VOYEUR CAFE i talked myself down back from the crowded edge and sat in the Worlds gift shop cafe with bitter coffee & stale cake the circus looks SO rich from the cheap seats when youve nothing left to loose
ADULT i am an adult i look like one i am a simmer of anxiety / illness contradictions / doubt & exterminated prejudice when i was a child id look at adults at their extra hair used up eyes huge shoes & smell their alien smell were they all a simmer of existential soup too ?