MORNING REPORT 103

furious
at
whateverthefuck
on
a
beautiful morning

i swallow it / cough it / spit it

& count sets of five
in math zen
on my fingers

~

& i force-accept 

the yellow-white sun

its indifferent majesty

& unheard scream

its warming jazz

& coincident hug

up there 

in the Great Black Hole

ACCELERATED ELECTRIC HEAD

within minutes
no seconds
of waking

i have diagnosed myself 

with 7 rare disorders
& held the floor at 3 wakes

fought a policeman
& stopped a war

killed a murderer

& snubbed a king

all in my accelerated electric head

& it dies down some with coffee

~

like things on a microscope slide

oily shimmering rainbows
strobe in my pov margins

& a chad of light is displaced

by a black hole punched 

into the centre pane

& everything & anything
i do / manage / achieve

this morning

this afternoon

all week

is herculean heroism
in my viddy newsflash