MICE OF OURSELVES

'You sound like youre from nowhere.'

David Goodis, The Burglar



we have made 

mice of ourselves

afraid of 

the machines above

no mind

the cannibal holocaust

behind the pastel dream
of the faded ads

on end terrace

masonry gables

sky pie for supper
in the babel shade

 

CHALK & CHARCOAL

thick green roots 

sutured
to the red brown brick

theres zen 

in the weeding
in the cleanse

geese honk
in the chalk & charcoal
smudge of sky

black dogs
tow their people
in the uncertain wind

OVERTHOUGHT

and its hard
isnt it ?

ruling this avatar all day

we walk into the nothing
that used to be a future

and there we build
or we break
one pointless way or another

until the planet
it comes round again
and
we
stretch out

finished 

and fall into a mad sleep
with no say on the matter

and there we give away control
protected
by

old brick and metal tricks
habit and mutual agreement

overrated
on the 
cheap sheets

underused and overcharged

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SHIT BRICK HOUSES

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PRIMORDIAL CUP-A-SOUP

asleep
we are all mad
making
up
crazy tales
in
the
foggy anxious stew
and
unrefreshed
we
evacuate
and
head on and up and out
till
the pages of the day
are
all
stuck
together
in
a
brick less developed
than
the primordial cup-a-soup
we
probably
came
from

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BREAKDOWN SAINTS

we all have programs
of
furious tints or puppy glee
unknowable 
in 
the 
unthought instinct of deep cave heads
touched by ambiguous updates of drab ammos
thru 
school / life / long lonely nights

and this program holds us fast 
like mental luddites / resistant like steel
to
cycles of drink and pills and NOs
till the program is armour / walls of shaking solitude 
and
inside is powder and dust / egoless and nude

and when it all breaks down ( as it MUST - for PROGRESS )
under
heavy pressure of street barometers
and
unplanned-for stormheads
of 
bad money / bad love / dark sex trails / buried realisation
then can we hold the jigsaw together ? 

re-educate and reform 
the
new learned gears 
to  
new speeds and new slows
to
grow into New Me and Benevolent Us 
that 
walk out there again under the coy sirens
unbroken AND broken
with
hand-mind grip BOTH stronger and looser 
worried and strong in new soft shoes 
and aware they can break AGAIN 
into bomb piles of homeless brick
and
they know
and 
touch ( aware and worried ) others in their baby stages
with heroic tolerance / owl wisdom

and
they
are
the
breakdown saints - tell us by our bottomless eyes

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