NOTE TO HANDLER

i apologise
for the brevity
of recent reports

it is challenging
to parse salience
from the current derangement

& i am struggling
to contain the feeling
that i have seen it all before

know that going forward
i plan to hold space
& divinate essence there

thank you for

your continued faith

in my strange reportage

DIAMOND MINE 1

every
breath
was
an
act
of
faith . . . then

           Science 
           Named 
           The 
           Invisible

so heaven - 

why not 
    why not 
        why not ?

all
fingers 
crossed
here

in the fracking dust
on the shopping berm
all of us blind
in the
diamond mine

from nbharbinger.wordpress.com

A PLAN OF FAITH AND DOUBT (IOW)

i shall maintain

i claim

mostly mostly sans complaint

only a little detained

a little cuffed and booked

by nights lament

i shall embrace pain

i claim

with only a monks intent

i shall remain contained

in a bump-bump heart unspent

most times unbent

mainly mainly content

and will refrain

shall be refraining

will have refrained

( mostly )

from doubts

function-creep ingrate

~

so i keep the faith

in the clock ruts

in the world-

His art installation

Our weird bunker

iow- chin up

tho this faith-

it must remain undefined

pledge-

to an easy Word

a vague Impression

is aok

malleable low mist iow

not falling far

nor undone much

by

the

fine print squint

from quotesgram.com

TWO MONDAY POPS

1. REALITY SLIP

'A black cat went past us, then another just like it.'
'How much like it?  Was it the same cat?'
                    Neo and Trinity talk deja vu 


when you drop
some tiny thing

in the stretched moments
before you find it

you
question
if it was even there
in the first place

cos our reality and faith

is that thin



2. END TIME PLAN

'Asylums are full of people who
never built a bomb in their lives.'
                    Dr Farley Munroe


when i hit an existential low
and worry the Worst

mutually assured destruction

yeah those mad games

i
remind
myself
theres
a seed bank

locked away somewhere
in antarctica

and sane minds there
who keep it fresh and cool

and too
that the corner shop
isnt far

and
i
can
get
fags
there
and go chain smoke marlby reds
on the rec

and reacquaint myself with gin
and the ghosts of friends and life
from the streets
of my formation

holding
hands
with love
and
the good times

dr strangelove from britannica.com