ANCIENT OAKUM

its
all
like
dried up glue

stringy & ugly
& something to pick at

ancient oakum come loose

& on the way 

to the kitchenette bin

in the peach colour prefab

then landfill

or a south pacific beach

where the turtles

cosplay westerners

but never for long

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone