peep hole blinds
show supper
show yellow light
show empty chairs
~
used-up done-over
CRTs
loll dumbstruck
in
front yard pits
~
rotten timber fence
corrals
home branded
wheelie bin
trash steeds
~
thru a
rental
front room
bay window
no picture hangs
on the fireplace wall
~
old bungalow
now MOT office
flake paint eyesore
charms me
from imgkid.com
red is screwed into balls
on
frozen waves of tissue blue drapes
where kidney shaped silver boats
ding
like
bells
special steel opens a body
like
meat
but breathing and beating
behind the wheeled folding wall
staff are a clot of blue concern
ready
waiting
masked
and
watching the dirt of saviours wrench our bones apart
the air is thick with silence and noise
BUT
an electric ditty with a mechanised beat
like from a video game on a CRT TV
like a dream . . .
runs on
endless
and
ignored
its WHEN THE SAINTS COME MARCHING IN
and
my pendulum steps falter
its like a dark skit/a black sketch
with
no
punchline in sight
