HYPNAGOG MUSICS 1 & 2

1

the glass people
in the telephone hole
are timely saluting

an iridescent magpie
in the maudlin mist
of hospital hill


2

the tactile ache
of times balustrade
hurts like whimsy

well
beauty is an augmented riot
&

age a manicured dish rag

ABOUT PLUMS

bubbles burst

he told himself
sitting in the sun
smiling like a fool

in a quiet

both made & found

lost briefly

in the beauty

of the careful plums

GARDEN POP (FT AN ORPHANED PARAPHRASED SOUNDBITE)

the weather
hits the dirt
in
a
stupid & heavy beauty

it makes the trees busy
in
the
dumb & idiot glamour
of another gloaming

MISTY MORNING POPS

 

mist cushion sits 

on the fields 

slow dawn lap

soft morning beauty

around the hospital tower

~

swing low 

sweet chariots

says the old man

in his baggiest boxers

zero tasking 

on the lawn

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