SANDWICH FOR THE WIN

the chaos

the mindbend chaos

of 

a 

normal & nothing morning

its layers 

undo me

till brunch

SICK DUCKS NICHE CAVITIES

i got my sick ducks
in a semblance row

& i forced-march them
thru the niche cavities
of government administration

or what passes for it
in these hijacked days

i realise now
i was grating myself
for an overlords brunch

& in the kitchen
the tap drips 

like a clock
into the strategy sponge

MY CONTRACT WITH SNACKS

it 

is 

the avatar of great sandwiches

& my contract with snacks & salt

that carries me thru the morning

to brunch

to lunch

&

to
the
hiatus ground
of afternoons
necessary rest

the strange dreams there

doubting reality & all