RELIEF

that relief
when you write something

after not
being able to write anything

is up there
with the judge throwing your case out

& waking up
from those pregnancy dreams

AN UNPLUGGED VIEW

sitting

in my waiting pose

or
attempting sleep

rolled like a prawn
or

standing & rocking

doing one awkward tai chi
or
beached & nothinged 

with the tv 

tuned to anything

anything at all
or 

afternoon painting
with my icy claws

& if i remember to

i imagine my scene
as if off from a distance

like i am looking in the window

& it is both less & more
of a shit show
that i expected

but i see a peace & quiet there

i miss
when
i am
plugged in

FRAG 33

& anyway when the music comes on
the tub thumpers & a chord change
then i know my heart beats too

& i write a something
an effort anything
a deliberate nothing

for therapy & purpose
& the corduroy blues

DIY MEAT CLINIC

you dont do anything
but you hit an angle
& something hurts 
& you go to the mirror
& you look in the mirror
& you dont see anything
but you do see him
& you dont know
what he feels like

theres nothing to be done 

in 

the 

diy meat clinic 

today

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STUFFING THE VOID

this poem
can be 
for / about / at / up

anything . . .

scripted weeping
top 5 stolen foods
best looking teens
the poor whales
rude cities
unclaimed jackpots
bird strike costs
bodies found in a belfast home
the poor poor whales

& thats just half 
of page 2 
in an old newspaper

i added whales twice
its my poem
& they deserve better

my point is
empty freedoms gutless balls
make a mess
like this is

change the filter out
lock shit down
f o c u s

back to 
kung fu
in a
phone box

my own
open g

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