DOWN ON COBWEB LANE

i felt like
i got
the hang of it

for one bastard half-second

i felt like

i knew

the way of it

for one tease-clock-tick blim

~

i am 

talking 

about

the resonance & vibration
of the reason & the rhyme

& it has no words
& it has no instruction

i saw that much

i saw Something

for a fucking change

~

then back to the arcade murk 

cobwebs clinging

in the sweat of my face

down on cobweb lane

photo by Palash Jain on Unsplash

A MONDAY MORNING IN THE WORLD

1. DIDN'T DIE AGAIN

everything 
is an 
ugly pile
to 
retarded morning eyes

we did not die 
in the nights 
short dark surrender

a day is reissued
from 
out the 
backlog queue



2. HICCUPS

left arm aloft
and
three pints of water
makes 
me
sick

water
comes up
still cold

i disgust me

hiccups gone



3. FILIGREE SARCOPHAGI

i sit with the toilet

lid up

not knowing what to do

so we reminisce

good times & bad times

waiting
for dawns
brief heaven
to
light
the
cobwebs into filigree

and the bath
into
sarcophagi 

from britishmuseum.org

GARDEN

stretched out on a garden chair

beautiful

theres flowers

beautiful

its real
i like it

nature talks quiet and mostly nods
and
a
million
small
animals
offer no judgement

stretch out here in the late PM
book on my lap
i'm tied in a towel from an
Epsom salt bath

low sun
shows up
all the old spiders webs
waving and sagging across
the
60 year old orange brick
of
the
house

i hear her inside
and know she'll come to the back step soon
smiling
and
pretty

so i sit with the nodding nature and the animals - mostly quiet
sipping
luke-warm 
coffee
waiting
for pretty

and
a
smile