BIG ISSUES

 

make me feel

all

dumb
numb
&

down-low backwoods crazy 

like on the edge of panic

but in a valium bath

OF GREYEST JURISDICTION

talking to myself
in my head at night
i stumble & lose 

every second word

the plans & the ideas

cool & crazy & bullshit

building there of mist 

bolt & dash & career 

away on sudden motorcycles
into

the
brain haze vanishing points 

of greyest jurisdiction

where the universal minds

sorting pools & pulleys & levers

select a more functional chancer 

to try on for size

PLEASE DISCUSS 1, LAUNDRY DAY IN VEIL TOWN

its not new

to see the world as mad

& 

balls to the wall crazy

but is it much more obvious now ?

its laundry day in veil town

& it rabbit-punches you

down to the kitchen lino

drooling on the mornings crumbs

~

please discuss

you have one hour

ask if you need more paper

BABY JOHANSEN & THE MADNESS

papa ?

yes son ?

you know back then ?

back when son ?

back in the day
when the madness was ordinary ?

... yes ... i do

you do remember ?
well i miss that
do you miss that too ?

... yes ... i do

the madness these days papa
well its just CRAZY !

youre not wrong baby johansen
youre not wrong

well what do we papa ?

write it down son
write it down

but whats the point in that papa ?

... well ... cos im not gonna

ok then papa

& fetch me my fixings too
then come look at this guy i found online
look at the state of him
& hes seven foot tall !

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PICASA MADRIGALS, GARDEN POPS

OUR SOFT COMPULSION

to step back and look

like a space raider might

or a door made sentient by magic

well they may find it crazy

or maybe madly sweet

that

at

night

after administering

ointment and salves

and swallowing

compacted preparations

we all lay down together

in a soft compulsion

and silent agreement

in different softer clothes

or less clothes

or no clothes

on as soft a surface

as

finance

allows

a soft surface 

designed for just that

and

then

under blankets

and

under quilts

our

waking 

grace 

is

gone

as

our legs and feet

strike out skewiff

our arms flung or folded

bent as broken crosses

well they may see this

as code or a ritual message

acted out on an upholstered plinth

us as an unthinking sacrifice

and there we surrender

with

little

fight

(are we all children ?

 they may wonder)

into a vulnerable unconsciousness

like a death

but for fits

of blurts and gargles

and 

pillow 

muffled 

mumbles

protected only by walls and glass and faith

and what these observers

can not know is that

we

then

journey

on

interior

voyages

to

strange times in random lands

where

the faceless and familiar

can

sink

away

at

a

touch

overwhelmed by their own

mysterious meaning

and the space traveler

or furniture made thinker

may

find

this

activity

makes

any observed insomnia

appear

a

sound choice

the proverbial picnic

to be awake and on watch

may make much more sense

may seem an obvious job

to their new fresh eyes

a safe and essential insurance

tho also unknown to them

the

struggle

of

tired wired

sleepless exhaustion

is

a

fuckpit

of

half sanity

to us

at best

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PRIMORDIAL CUP-A-SOUP

asleep
we are all mad
making
up
crazy tales
in
the
foggy anxious stew
and
unrefreshed
we
evacuate
and
head on and up and out
till
the pages of the day
are
all
stuck
together
in
a
brick less developed
than
the primordial cup-a-soup
we
probably
came
from

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