FULLSTOP OF THE SLEEPLESS MOON

my heart beats fast

drumming 

drumming 

drumming

in the low yellow-warm of sun

~

i picture a handgrenade in there

pin long gone

i passed it

it tore me

& its rib-jammed spoon
is working itself looser
with 

the 
strange rumblings & anxious undulations
of
the worse case scenarios 

painted inside my blinks

~

my heart beats fast

vibrating 

vibrating 

vibrating

in the fullstop of the sleepless moon

from ruag.com

POP FLOP FRAGS

hard bulletin
in the head sack

leads
to
plastic 
zen
below

~

boho
hobo
slo mo

green screened
the hindu kush

~

outside
my
lexicon 
drum
range

is the
new language
progress needs

~

the
miracle
of the animal

apurr
on
my
lap

~

metal bikini

in ww1

why not hollywood ?

why not


~

its the love 
by my side

from the fate & love motel

that moves 
my legs forwards

up the hard & greasy steps

from getwallpapers.com

SUPERTIRED !

strange how exhausted a man can be
with 
mind-fog a north wall of dense smudged graffiti 
and
still 

all at once

can
plan evenings of seaside-dinner and cafe-words 
he might miss 
and
still
can
suddenly plot crime novels bent on the work toilet
he may never write
and
still
can
work his heavy limbs for folding money
thru the murky muddy troughs of awful 10 AM
and
still
can
jot and scribble nascent poems quickly down
between
dark bitter coffees and spacious abyss moments 
that 
reduce All Things from rocky mass to mere paper concept
with
still
the 
big world-drama banging like jungle telegraph
out the radio headlines and dim-opinion gossip mouths
that
fill
full
every
long
slow
blink
of tiny interrupted peace

from delightmakers.com

TOO MUCH 1

packed-lunch demons 
twenty four seven in the pitch black day
pounced
under
corner shop eyes and canteen white noise
cast
me
paranoid in a big drum sweat
struck fear-dumb in the after-school streets
too
much
too
much
were
the
loopholes of black dream disasters and numb i went
into
the
shutdown caverns of liquid anaesthetic

FROM READING QUEERLY