ANGORA YANG

its
hard enough
to
realise the right word

to 

compel a humdrum thought

to 

tumble free

out of the bed

&

wash its face for the day

& here i am 

attempting poems

~

i am jealous

of the cat again

three crossed paws

& his chin on them

humble bragging his dignity

in a curl of angora yang 

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

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