UNDER THE DRIPPING TAP, A BULLET POINT POP

 

•  are we post-humans yet ?
  

•  i feel a cosmic guilt . . .

•  lets hear it 

   for all the things undone -

   may their generated urgency fade

•  shopping mall zen & therapy apps

   battle the mad dust in flux

   outside the tv foxhole bubble 

•  would that i could 

   lay a calming balm

   on the cosmic guilt

•  the sodden sponge

   in the sink debris

   catching the dripping taps

   countdown noise

   needs wringing out at midnight

OUTSIDE THE DEATH MACHINES GLOW

had a new sweatshirt
          bought for holiday wear

had a golden footballer
          sewn there on its brown tit

i can still almost smell it

          feel the freshness / the treat

      if  i  think  hard  enough

~

was a summer dusk walk 

           under seaside streetlights

197? &

     i  can  still  almost  live  it

if i relax enough 

           into the backward flux

           

outside the 

           death machines glow