INFORMAL CHAT

theres are lots of things
going to happen

& i really really dont want
many of them to happen at all

i could list their bowels
here in poetic evisceration

but
this
is
more
like
an

informal chat
& 

you know the stuff i mean

you dont want 

many of them 

to happen either

MORNING IN THE GARDEN HAIKU x 2

shadows on the fence

& one hundred shades of green

hot bowels waking

~

birds whistle & quip

the cat explores the clover

coffee stokes it all

SPECIAL DIETARY NEEDS

guts
of
the
world
shifting

( guessing here )

angry wearing cement
burnt thru the bonnet
by chemical sanitation

soon
move
her
massive
mighty
bowels

( my opinion )

her self defence pepper spray
vs
our concrete underground car stack
equals
last youtube star

~

us-
too stuffed 
to
notice

too starving
to care

( every shade in between )

suffer a sad salad
for
a
day
atop a hill of bones

all of you

( except for 
  special dietary needs
  or religious holiday )

~

theres plastic clots
under the sunshine rug

our bitten mother
tied and 
whipped and 
wild and

she would knocks us down
for the hungry homeless animals

their silent worship wins

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BACK PORCH PHILOSOPHY

at the back porch

creaking
dripping

its a grey dawn
like the night holds a grudge
and
birds sing seamlessly
and
the
evergreens
shine
dull
with night rain

i have cigarette and a think -

i've got this far
yes
i've got this far 
deep 
into the fart of darkness

or -

i'm sick 
therefore
i am

and i think that'll do for now
as
my
bowels
are
begining to quake
and
they always have words 
more profound and relevant
than
i