HOSPITAL TEA BREAK POP #2

 

& the heartsick arrive

in the embrace of sirens

pale & 

plugged & 

struck dumb 

with 

fry-up & doughnut regret

~

we do that shrug thing with our mouths

& drag deep

on the cigs

in our hands 

EVEN A FREAKING CAULDRON

i worked at the hospital
with dumb white dough men 

proud to never ever go 

into their own home kitchen

& if they knew the missus

would be out at bingo

theyd have their chicken dinner 

in the canteen here

& theyd act all smug about it 

like theyre goddamn winners

now i see the kitchen as where 

its socially acceptable  

to play with big steel knives

in a frenzy of flesh & fire

necking cooking booze

among the blood & bones

with power ballads on the radio

& even a freaking cauldron

BIG ISSUES

 

make me feel

all

dumb
numb
&

down-low backwoods crazy 

like on the edge of panic

but in a valium bath

JUNCTION THOUGHTS ON THE A176

traffic signals
appropriate & ruin
beautiful green

they turn it
cold / lurid / dumb

& GO it says
go where ?

~

i enjoy more
the mandated timeout
of fire engine red
&
the tension & prerogative
of ambiguous ambers
soft nod

GARDEN POP (FT AN ORPHANED PARAPHRASED SOUNDBITE)

the weather
hits the dirt
in
a
stupid & heavy beauty

it makes the trees busy
in
the
dumb & idiot glamour
of another gloaming

WAGES OF SIN, NEWS FELCH

forty miles of mobile iron
&
bunker-buster carbon rain . . .

new batman
movie denied

ICC
naughty step
decades off

really ? come again . . ?

~

we sooth any pain
with pet memes again

numb & dumb
all for none & none for one

exceptions impossible to reward

~

i news felch

theres hindsight

but i look for james bond