ROSES & COFFEE

i am in the terminator lull

with a face full of roses

& the idiom stink of coffee

COLOUR FLUSHED AWAY

the

toilet
looks
like
something giger drew

in a doodle margin

when
youre
on
the

bathroom
floor
with the ceramic in your face

& 

the air is all hazy grey

IN ITS BUDDHIST GAZE

& this little house
sat on its estuary clay

it almost has a face
if i would turn
swift enough to see

see its calm look

of time & bricks

see the stoicism

in its buddhist gaze

see all its needs

that can wait

its says

dont worry 

THE CEMETERY SQUIRRELS

time is hallucinating
in the fever ether

& again
i cosplay a person

boots on / face out

meat tower saying morning

draped in stitched cotton

& zips

~

the cemetery squirrels
run from their tails

in the thick grass & tall stone

& i rest under trees

where the sky cannot see me
& 

the warplanes

stay away

in my phone

DOWN ON COBWEB LANE

i felt like
i got
the hang of it

for one bastard half-second

i felt like

i knew

the way of it

for one tease-clock-tick blim

~

i am 

talking 

about

the resonance & vibration
of the reason & the rhyme

& it has no words
& it has no instruction

i saw that much

i saw Something

for a fucking change

~

then back to the arcade murk 

cobwebs clinging

in the sweat of my face

down on cobweb lane

photo by Palash Jain on Unsplash

RENTING ENTROPY

limitations

slap
my soft face
every
dark
AM

time goes fast
so slowly


~


shut it
& survive

wallow in these times

we are drek
renting entropy

from
stardust

from tattoo-ideas.com

CHECK

chin up
finger out
game face on

check

cover your bones
with that polyester cotton
take another leap of faith
into the 

watercolour / holodeck / wes anderson show

that looks 
just like yesterday
did

dont ask / dont wonder / dont obsess
how 
   can 
      this 
          be ?

check

remember
stiff upper lip son
and
dont explain
dont complain

check

and dont look down

unless
youre very very sure 
of your footing

out there
on
the
rotten
rungs

check

and onwards
the samewards

into
that
darkening
reduction

that glare of never heaven

that
rolling 
d
 i    i
        p 
    s       a 
            
  s           t        
                       o
                i 
                    
                          n 

thats entropy on slo-mo

check

and remember too
maintenance is ALL

thru the verse 
of daytimes
forced meter

into
the
collapsing
loose elation
chorus

of nights sigh

the abyss by alexiuss from deviantart.com

THE DAYS LOOKING

the day is the face
of a head in a hood

its like a fridge hum with eyes

its an
attentive 
unstable 
streetside
ripple 

and
maybe 
it looks off somewhere else
but
we
never
catch
it

and
maybe its no more pleased about it
than
we
are

i
see
it
as
an unblinking lizard
dancing on hot sand
making
that
noise
like a hoover does
when
its 
next door
or
one floor up
threatening the walls
or
the
whirled artex ceilings

and it sends in 
big black flies
to find us
if we lay our withering bulks down inside
in
a half-arsed attempt
to
hide
in the afternoons
dead fish 
ebb tide

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