ROSE TINT PANOPTICON

a disembodied tv show
dances in my night time head

& i miss everyone  

everyone i ever met or mailed

everyone i stalked or failed

sat rose tinted now

in
my
sepia memory panopticon

from theguardian.com/technology

STD ARE WE

we
are
an
std
in polyester & blinkers...

he cries from his soapbox
mad beard
a sail
in 
the 
high street exhaust wind

& we map out our 
failed potential...

he cries
one watery eye
always
running
milk

theres art 
lost 
in the salt mines...

he cries
arms in heaven
no socks
in his
nowhere shoes
loose laces 
grass snakes 
in the gravel

&
the
rubbish mountain
hidden
inside
the sea...

he laughs 
like freedom 
on the barricades
warm special brew 
& 
overdue catch 22
in
his
thin blue 
corner shop
carrier bag

limo on call
interview at 1

computer

he cries

end program

from thebusinessinsider.com.au