TOTALLY UNFORGIVABLE BEHAVIOUR

so bastard

an affliction
is insomnia

that it makes you
wish that the dark

the days reward

comfort blanket

& old friend 

would just bastard end

SHARING CIGARETTES

whenever i end
&
where ever i fall

after it all

im still back there

under the college arches 

& 

in the malls back road bin stink

in the rain & forever

sharing cigarettes
with you

calling bring out your dead

like we were clever

like we knew it all

from everydayhealth.com

MUDDIED WATER

yes
in
the
muddied
water

washing & drinking
print & cast

~

& i feel like i am waiting

i feel like i am
at the end of something
&
at the start of something

all the time

~

& yes -
in
IN
the
muddied
water

of airstrip ones 
doublethink 
headspace swamp

from time.com by quinn rooney / getty images

SLOW LAP OF PLENTY

in the clock dust
of
dawns hinterland
the
hours hiccup 
and 
the 
minutes twerk

my recliner is a monks throne
and
i wonder about language
till 
the
words
they     d      s        e
            i       l  v   
               s   o 

i wonder about fashions autism
and vow to wear only ever black
( again )

such drama

lounging here
on pause
wrong inside

in the slow lap of plenty

from warosu.org

DONE LOOKING

for all the 
            plastic bravado
        that
            breaks like toys
        the 
            sick note word play
        thats
            a phantasm  a mask
for all the
            dark fantasies
            from
            back
            in
            the
            drunken cliche day
        that
            cling to my primate spine  
for all the
            blister pack zen
        thats
            poppies  armistice  2min silence
            in
            the
            wifi
            whirl
for all the
            video game repetition
        that
            daily reset after download night
for all the 
            missed  missed  missed
            moments
            between the steel and glass
            and
for all the            
            tiny optisim
        that
            went vroooooooom
            on
            the
            rug of nothing 
for all the 
            therapy moments
        
        when i was  new  alive
        
            out
            with
            the
            spiders  
  
            silver webs  

            and amazing  flying  birds
        
    in the mad-ordered forest 
            of
            broken
            dawn
        when my pupils 

        shrank drug tiny

       when i was  new  alive
            amazed 
            at
            the
            flying  flying  birds

for all the 
           time
           tolerant saviours in mufti 
           spoke
           simple
           sense
          
       and i let
           the carrion
           float
           away
         down stream
           and
         looked north  looked up

for all that
i still cant see my own end . . .

its
always 
in the 
last place 
you look
            they say

so i 
am done 
looking
            for today

from outsideperception.wordpress.com