BLUE HOUR, THREE MINI POPS

we have to dig deep
then dig some more

under the nose of dawn

& the stulm of the day

to endure indelible 

in the blue hours ennui

~

the detectives comb
the old asylum land

concrete edifice ratland now

& a bereft mothers clique 

holds council in the ruins

~

& a radiograb - 

minnie the moocher
playing high up in my skull

call & response 

three orange whips

& all

DELIRIUM TAPAS VOL7

left behind

yep left behind

i miss even the people i never knew

so - left behind

by what ? by peers ? time ?

the boat you never wanted that never came ?

the window you couldnt wouldnt open ?


~


man - you left you behind

dude - you stuck those heels IN

& cried for yourself in the great unravelling

opportunity rendered invisible

on that blinkered peripheral shore

POETRY POP CLEAROUT

1.

  poetry
is a big sigh
for
a
little
cat 


2.

  black halos
sit unshining
over
obvious heads

  as
invisible
as
we
let them be 


3.

cut the thumb
from a rubber glove 
and
stick
it
to
the 
mirror with spit

  thats me 
  that is
on
a
bad morning 


4.


fists have their uses 
but
better to dig with fingers
to
find
a
truth

and make even lunch hours
  long


5.

  i 
  am
atoms with mass 

  only 
  here 
in the armchair
if 
youre looking


6.

  sofa nest 
  10 AM
waiting
for
the 
yelling silence of migraine
to
take
its
blotches and wire away 

  the
seconds come like hammer blows

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