DULL ELECTRIC IN THE MORNING STREAK

theres doubt
dull electric
in the morning streak
of pencil lead cloud

i draw storms with it

in the comfy chair afternoon

thunderheads out the dog whistles

blown in dark opportunity

on the corruption stage

theres relief
approaching peace
in the pastel smear
of industry dusk

a bittersweet goodbye

projected on the painted sky

or pollution blood

& redacted black

phoning the headlines in

MY CONTRACT WITH SNACKS

it 

is 

the avatar of great sandwiches

& my contract with snacks & salt

that carries me thru the morning

to brunch

to lunch

&

to
the
hiatus ground
of afternoons
necessary rest

the strange dreams there

doubting reality & all

PILL BOX POP No87

 

collect doubt with grace

& pretend its a plan

this is often untried

hold on each day

to your authentic breath 

to your wonder heart

to your fear of crazy ideas

to that tight

unknown presence

you are likely a work of art

 

love you

 

MORNING MOURNING

KITCHEN RADIO ON . . .

doubt

the BIG doubt

that
all
this
daily earthly stumbling and thinking and doing
is
nothing

at

all

like the pain all the way to death and back
like
the
hot ice knives
of
photo album regret
like
mortal mistakes on the graveyard path

that doubt/that BIG doubt

kill it
with 
the truth of new turds
and
the holy swear rumble
of
rock 
and 
roll