HIS SILVER DISH

theres a man in the toilets
& hes not there about drugs
& he offers a folded towel
or a spray of something fragrant
& hes looking well turned out
& look heres his silver dish
& you HAVE to tip something

cos the man 

has a chair 

in the toilets 

for a job

& i have given these blokes
a loose button / a watch battery

a rough disc of pocket matter 

like those roman coins they find
with rough edges from the erosion

but never really on actual purpose

i dont know - 

i never expected 

there to be

a man there
& its difficult 

& its strange

being out there

in the world

even only needing 

a simple slash 

SHRINKING BUFFER SHRANK ALL THE WAY

shrinking buffer

shrank all the way

& here it is

difficult difficult lemon difficult

its a square block

huge as a god
& too well machined
for my gömböc portal

~

the calendars look so homey

on the fridge doors

& workplace walls

dont they ?

but they chop you 

into meat cubes

stabbed with marker

the train kept rolling you see

while we laughed
the numbers away

NIGHT IS STILL STILL STILL

the night is still still still
despite our degradations

dark mist dripping
from wing mirrors
& the red berry leafs

how difficult / how impossible
i have found so many things 

when so easy they should have been