MOTEL OF THE MIND

like on magnetic tape

the flock wallpapers 

delicate fibres
recorded the essence & lexicon

of guests long checked out

~

& these ghosts & echoes 

go about their days
in a looping playback
of overlapping samples

forever overbooking

me with memories

in the motel of the mind

PERGOLA (EXPLODED) HAIKUS

sat on a bench on
slippery 
winter 
decking
berries are bright red

across 
the 
sea 
bombs 
are falling onto people
here - brittle birdsong

outside my boots rest
on 
a 
cheap green plastic chair
workmens 
toil 
echoes