PILL BOX POP No89

 

if you just love yourself first

it all

seems like ordinary cake

 

even

art

adventure

treasure

theirs is a party without perspective 

hold tight, my uncurious darlings

now is composed of beautiful chaos

& flying shits

 

UNDER NO THREAT

when
i
stretch out & curl up
dormant in the days soft middle

& men gather outside
to drill & cut 
the hard streets
pocked skin

i pretend
its only
the
engine room rumble
of
an
adventure movie
tramp steamer

&
i
am
resting in the poop deck hammock
dormant in the days soft middle

under no threat
all problems solvable 
with a perfect smile

waiting on dinner
&
the
approach
of
land

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HALLUCINATORY OVER CROSS

the damp fog and thick dirty tide 
of 
daylights waking dream
and
the slow dry chalkboard scream 
of 
helpless night-watches
are
experienced with twisted spirit/dim-thrill resignation 
that
turns medical curse into dull adventure
struggling on and on over toy obstacles
for the soft treasure
under
the
machines rainbow

its
a 
fabricated masquerade of limbic automation 
and 
coffee

punctuated

by
visions of maiming and murder/burning and abuse
real as french existential thrillers

and

the care glow of citrus hands