DEATHS EMPTY YAWN

and
after
it
all
there is space made

like an empty yawn

for another
wet sacks
plastic kipple

~

this empty yawn
gasps into the cosmos

this empty yawn
is
stuffed with hamburger
and 
strange rubbery cheese
made 
in 
a
factory sized
chemistry set
somewhere
up
north

~

this empty yawn
is
flooded
with 
instinct & new blood

a mystery use by date

and
dna betrayal 

patched over
by times

new day
same day

relentless & assassinating

updates

~

this empty yawn

makes you
yawn too

and you see
those gone remain

for a time

in the nebulous hallway scent 
of
dateless
deja vu

~

this empty yawn
dries
stops
dies

the
moment
you leave
the wake

you sit in the car
and its too normal

youre in confusion
feeling
unresolved
and
full of carbs

~

this empty yawn
leaves old codes
in unconscious crafty placement

and surprise
bursts in your heart

at
old coins & stopped watches
in
kitchen drawers

at
bus tickets & jotted notes 
of
1950s mileage
used
as
markers
in
dusty
unthrown 
hardbacks

but
only for
the 
first time around

from onedio.co

WELL ELECTRIC BLEEPS

  well the electric noise
 from the retro video game
   coming out my hd tv
     is primitive
      is a friend
   is old comfy socks for my mind

     i am still here
   i have lasted enough
        that
       these
 noises are nostalgia now

 i can enjoy the rose glow
    that never really was

~

 electric beeps back then
  they were a hound barking inadequacy
    to my tiny mouse
  confused
down
  by
 the skirting board
      too  few coins
 too  few friends

  electric beeps were acceptance then

  i had games
    i had a disk drive

 and tho kids came round
   they rarely came back again

~

    seaside arcades 
    were
  sand and
   sun cream
    shrill alarm bells
 dirty carpets 
  clinking change
         cigarette smoke
 smell of chips  
     smell of doughnuts
   tinny radio on a rock station
      and a fringe of danger

~
    
   seaside arcades
      were 
    hiding in the vampire gloom
     from  
  brown tan 
 spotless youth
   parading and playing
     with
 Perfection and Purpose
     in
      their
    uninterruptible
  healthysexlife
      drivinglicense   
        light 

~

i am so full with these flashback
     that 
   i
    head
       out
  to the lawn 
   for crisp air
    and the 
  mental enema
       of
clean and guiltless 
      
      Reflection
        with
   Perspective

aberystwyth from ashleyabroad.com