POSSIBLE REPOEM

i must have expressed before

in the spill of pub table ash

corralled by spent matches

maybe

or 

on a paperbacks flyleaves 

left in a green field

i thought was a cold steel rail

how i cant tell 

zen from madness 

or 

denial from a medical high

& how the rub & nub & oomph of it

is if it really matters

but i am sure of this -

i still find it poem

to difficult an end well

NOT ME NOT HERE

not me
not here

not left any eu

not building any walls

not me

not here

i am not sure about borders at all


~

nationalist reduction

isolated patriotism

up the 

oppositions sold-out hole
all over

& under 

englands green & peasant land

~

hello denial old friend

set me free again

to see again

the way again

to the amusements

& a simple seaside pier

ARSE IS AN ARSE, THE STORY OF A FOOLS CLEANLINESS

for 
an 
unprecedented 
twenty minutes
my own bodys
necessary deposits
heavily disgusted me

& i wanted to

never
never
ever

have to go & shit again 

~

this strange urge 

for 
such 
unattainable cleanliness

scared away
my 
animal embrace 

~

i withheld in denial

being Art

in my stillness
&
assumed dignity

portals briefly 
forced inactive

~

but
i was so much stranger then

&
i am emptier than that now

from pinterest.com

POPS AGAINST THE GRAIN

HOLIDAZE

from brown surf froth

under developed 
eggshell heads
suicidally naive 

wash
up
on

single use 
holiday towels

all our names now
dragged thru
the
plastic mud



TUCK TUCK

burnt-out hatchback
on
the
cement shore

lard cube fat clots
bob round gone tires

from clinic exhaust-

theyre having
a
bogof sale

live-in nurses
never leave
the
concrete plaza



POLITICIANS

if i could believe them

then i could sleep

in denial
of the 
nuclear breeze

but i been ripped
across the grain

hatchet cleaved
the
kitchen trapdoor

from tumblr.com

NETFLIX DAWN

when i used to go out
i
was
all
shutdown

performing my denial
in the curbstone night time

and now i am open
i
cant
make
it
into town

so i play at howard hughes
in the netflix dawn

and ebay is alchemy in the bed o clock noon
where 
i 
stretch out 
in silence

counting the moons and the spoons

from digital.library.unlv.edu

FASTERMILESANHOUR

faster and faster i went 
fastermilesanhour

deep into the dark hug abyss 
at fastermilesanhour

i scribbled on the graffiti wall of denial 
with
a
fountain pen loaded with accident blood
an
eloquent
record
of 
pain  

the words became a blur of white icefire 
drowning my dumb exile 
in 
a 
fearwave of panfried panic

booze stopped working its wonderfire 
and i crashed thru my own shoddy walls 
at fastermilesanhour

and
burned bright and black
in 
a 
3 AM 
of
future
dread