SKY POP No 118

the endless & uncracked cloud

over me

the window

& home

is a grey lid
an un-popped seal

keeping the spring boxfresh

in januarys 

infinite
cul de sac 

of the soul

DREAM POP AFTER READING

1. THREE POMES


three pomes

hover before my sleeping eyes

fruit flies with cheeky grins
who 
wont
wont
just
wont settle

during nights half coma delirium
and
its
rotisserie chicken parade

of course 
they escape

or

of course
never
never
just
never were

~

but the day washed up this tube pop

on
the
back
of
boiled eggs

at 11 AMs low tide




2. CUL DE SAC


its a cul de sac people !

we are in a cul de sac

we are cul de sac people

dont fret
back up

this is nowhere 
we havent been 
before

break new ground
is all

break new ground

with respect for the tools
and 

the magic underfoot

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