I SNOB

         its

          easy

           isnt

             it 

   to sit in a burger pit

 in a weird mall morning 

       like limbos own waiting annex

     and 

 judge the flaccid clientele there

    in market tops and nowhere trousers  

       while eating 

     the same grease as them

             and

 me with no job to go to either

         only pad and a pen 

      to draw a line between

                  my self-induced 

             higher purpose

   of writing-slob delusion

      and their assumed 

              salted earth

     stone-clad grief hole

           well

            i

             cant

              help 

               but 

 imagine the uninspired misery

   and stubborn catechisms

 of modern povertys tv-dull minds

        stinking

         like 

     unseasoned hamburger 

  in their laminated 

    galley kitchen arena

        and 

 any pledge i make

   to look with kinder eyes

        into their potted grey rainbow

          may

           last

 14 seconds

         as 

        disgust and sadness

 gives empathy and charity 

     a good slop out

  in the dredged canals and prison troughs

           of 

          my

    feedback loop 

     ego jag

           brain pan

pic from daveandjames.com

ILL POP QUADRILOGY

from quotesgram.com

1.

ill & flopping about

wet fish in old sportswear

i am dial up
in
a
4G world


2.

exhaustion adds an edge
to
the
spoiled symmetry a day has

and then dulls it

in
the
same slow blink / in one broken stride
of
its
blue and pointless adventure


3.

big tears of tiredness

no yawns - they roll alone

dew heavy on a bug-holed leaf

they
stop
me
reading

in the evenings last half-gasp


4.

i am a picture
of
a
smudged and muddy fallow field
fading
in
the
sunlight
of
a 
motels dead-fly office

its 
day 
again

another long razor burn 

from quotesvalley.com