DREAM GOBLINS WANT ME HIGH

  in a dream 

  a 

  goblin 

handed me a cocaine ball
on a chupa-chup stick

     wrapped 

in a clear & brittle 

            plastic wrap

  was good 

  for one

  hearty 

  gum rub

~

  & 

all that scared the buzzard cloud away

  was me
  marking territory

  with the waste waterfall

 of an epic 

    & 

 stinksome 

wonder thunder piss

Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash

HARD MAINTENANCE

they lived like dew drops
wrecking balls for keepsakes

      f
      a
      l
      l
      i
      n
      g
      
      d
      o
      w
      n
      
the rubble slopes of ecstasy peaks

out the wighuts up-and-over 
nylon 
flaps

into limping daybreak

~

joints rolled in
liquorice skin

hatchbacks seats shoved back
as far as spines will bend

windows down 
to 
let
the sky dive in

there is no
eternal promise
to
forgive
us
now

wasted in the weakling dawn

~

take refuge in-

unhinged and high sideways banter
a backseat tin of car-warm fanta

gurn 

to vomit ?

or 

for 
a
greasy spoon ?

~

monday morning kickstart
is
a
speed-on-cornflakes
kind-of-launch 
to the 9-5 day

the office like el alamein

climbing 
collapsing 
collateral
to a gin house brunch

then-
crawling crabways 
sliding sideways
into
cocaines
hilarious run around
dont-want-to-be-found

misadventure
of

repetitive competitive 
repetitive competitive
repetitive competitive

bare faced bluff



 

from dawn.com

MEDLEY OF DREAMS

1

  i 
  am 
han solo
but
thinner / effeminate
and
i
find
miniature face-hugger aliens

pale and pink

in 
the 
drinking water


2

my desk is out on the front drive

i fiddle with a big spliff

scared to light it / too early

and
gone
faces
from
gone
jobs
ask me my passwords
and
say

  why 
  do i encrypt anything at all ?


3

heavy bags weigh me down

lost ID preys on my mind

and
cocaine in a crisp bag
on 
the 
top 
deck
of
the 
number 154
is 
caught in the wind
always 
just out of reach

      and
    i
  am

  almost almost almost

    nearly

      in
    control