UNDER NO THREAT

when
i
stretch out & curl up
dormant in the days soft middle

& men gather outside
to drill & cut 
the hard streets
pocked skin

i pretend
its only
the
engine room rumble
of
an
adventure movie
tramp steamer

&
i
am
resting in the poop deck hammock
dormant in the days soft middle

under no threat
all problems solvable 
with a perfect smile

waiting on dinner
&
the
approach
of
land

from pinterest.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, DRILLING

KRAKEN MARE

whats a f-a-c-e ?
whats m-o-r-n-i-n-g ?

really what are they ?

i have become untethered . . .

whats a me i think ?
whats thought i me ?

thought

t - h - o - u - g - h - t

t h o o 
        o 
         o 
          u 
           r 
           t

and so on

you
know
the
drill

i strap in
for a numb ride

waving to myself
from
down
the 
rabbit hole

a legend in my own mind
but 
a shadow in the gold mine

heading to the titanic methane lakes
to drown there in the kraken mare 

from paulbishopboooks.com

A SOMETHING

a drill
a sander
a something

like someone unzipped a pocket
of angry white noise

a council estate scientist 
experimenting thru paper walls

just
when
i
want
to
lay down

southend flats from telegraph.co.uk