I NEVER SAW BRUCE AGAIN

SLOW LAP OF PLENTY

in the clock dust
of
dawns hinterland
the
hours hiccup 
and 
the 
minutes twerk

my recliner is a monks throne
and
i wonder about language
till 
the
words
they     d      s        e
            i       l  v   
               s   o 

i wonder about fashions autism
and vow to wear only ever black
( again )

such drama

lounging here
on pause
wrong inside

in the slow lap of plenty

from warosu.org

THIS BROKE ME

i'd get royalgod-blasted like it was a political statement
a short drink in each hand
out 
somewhere 
awful 
with no character or vibe than i noticed
tho
everyone else seemed happy enough
and
this made them seem stupid to me
so
i'd
always have a bottle at home
to
sip
and
sup
and
hold
to the light with jesuswonder in my eyes
so fucking pleased
to
be
alone at last
and
i'd write accelerated whitefire down one eye shut
before
dawn
said DUDE!
and burst out all clean and bright and for someone else

now
the fire is a pilot light
at the top of my spine
and
dawn
just nods a knowing HELLO