STONED COG

if you survive
the first 40 or 50 years

intact
or mostly so

you can while away 

the second innings

with dark & dreamy realisations
about yourself back in the day

as you pat yourself on the back
& fire up the electric bong

our existence & extinction
just neighbouring teeth

on a great stoned cog

ABOUT A CLASSIC POSE

well i dont
but want to

salute the smokers
lighting up

backs bent
cupped hands

heads down
outside b&m

& that first billow
steam train size

of chugged fumes
eddy tugged

spirals wraith like
on the grey-white wind

NICER PRONG, AN ELECTION POP

'they wouldnt let us have the vote

if they thought it would change anything'

mark twain

the nicer prong
of
disaster capitalisms
desperate pincers

pats
itself
on 

its

turncoat
back

SOFT FIST SCHEDULE

& winters
iron back
is broken
by
the
soft fist schedule
of
springs bulbs & buds

~

a double daffodil
much more yellow
than its ivory fellows
is alone in facing
to the east

REMINISCING 101

NINE YEARS DRY 1

nine 

years 

dry

& thirsty puns aside
theres still fruit inside

this 

fermented

sediment

shell

NINE YEARS 2 

(TO THE TUNE OF CHEST FEVER)

didnt know i was losing

didnt know my using

was really abusing

thought i was winning

thought the delusion

was my own decision

that gloves-off hard collision

of addiction 

& poison

took down my position

of political

disinhibition 

down down down down 

below the pubs

mad carpet floor

NINE YEAR HANGOVER

im a 

fine-aged 

backpage now

a 

full-bodied 

memory cow

an index 

for 

reminiscing 101

&

a

hangover nine years long  

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