DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL1

 

  penny haven juices   
  a gin mill town ago  

  rainbow oil in the gutter       
  aglow with machine flame flume  


  ~  

  the blunt windows square peg  

  thats the interweb            

  & its full of round holes     

  pun intended                  

NIGHT SHIFT POP

i 
was
a
white night shadow 
burning stubby blunts 
under the weak starshine

writing pops with a work pen
in a borrowed well stolen pad

waiting for the milk train
almost running just for me 

~

empty seats
trainers up
bag-warm beer

early mist 
a fantasy-scape
over
fishing lake mirrors
&
the
green green green
estuary
jungle

~

my reflection
is like
by an
impressionist
&
i brace for it
brace for dawns 
brotherhood to fade

hoping sleep will take me
before
noon
in the crashbang of day

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