FRET-JAG DUH

fret-jagging about endtimes

& everything to forever lose

i purposefully patronise waterstones

between a glut of used electronics

& the muted hues of west ham merch

empty of customers

 duh

i inhale the paper air

the unbent luxury gloss of spines

well this might not be 

a bad place 

to hole up

when the sewage 

hits the turbine

& all the hills shed their trees

THE SUN OF A MACHINED WORLD

  and i look at the sun
    its like its Everything
 untouchable  and riding 
these machined cement lands

  quiet  yellow  circle 
    huge  unignorable
 on a  blue throne  scratched by planes

    not from around here . . . 
      and
 attended by painted clouds

    and i wonder 
     that we  
 pick  at each others sores
   press  on each others buttons
  build  the mood for  Everyones Endtimes
       in clear sight
        of
         it 

   our yellow Everything

from endtimes.news

WHA? POP TRILOGY

i got suckered 
into
reading news online

instead
of
Writing
the
world
Right

now i am FULL
and
have
to
go shit it all out quick

~

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon
i 
wonder - 

what of all those misc objects
from
my
past ?
all those plastic things
i 
touched and held ?

landfill

theyre in landfill baby

under a crossrail brexit junkie moon

~

it bothers me now

ill and sick and a shadow

that i am in no condition
to
tackle endtimes
or
weather the apocalypse 

like
i
always
thought
i
would

from www.thischristianjourney.com