BUYER PAYS THE POSTAGE

my dried leather

is oiled soft

& 

i am not thirsty

like i was before

&

the bluebird 

got out my chest 

& 

flies there

in the middle of the air

for me & all to see

cool i think / bring it

~

the bluebird 

packed his cage

back into its box

& filled out the slip

for ease of returning

buyer pays the postage

thatll be me / happy to

CAGED BLUEBIRD TOO

look for the light

bukowski tells me

looming out the dark

its always there

~

people forget
its not all
beers & bars
with him

he had a caged bluebird too

BLUEBIRD BONES

every typo 
is a 
town in wales

& theres 
a monster
in my chest

playing hectic percussion
on the bluebird bones

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REALITY IS THIN

OLD FRIEND SURPRISE VISIT

from amusingplanet.com

we chain smoke
dry buzzed
out packs of ten

Red Band
87p
rough

we strike our 
Happy Shopper matches
just to see them flare

dead end
weekday

TV blue light
leaks out
street-side
front rooms

~

up
the
climbing frame
in the park
we used to know

strange silence
grown-up children
left
behind

talk-chatting the deepness-
bout skys cool hug
nights epic shadow
god or not
&
our temporary meat hq

frosted yellow
bathroom windows
blink out
above
back fence
panels

~

too young then 
to NEED
a drink

so-
walking & talking

inside an evening
inside Proper Time

unexpectedly free
unarranged 
concrete ramble

dog walkers & the moon

catch our bluebirds 
out on the breeze

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