PILLS

a new lozenge

in stonewash blue

what is it

i wonder

that you do ?

         anon

to the

dull OSDs

& ivory blimps

of maintenance

i say

friend or foe 

in you go

in  you  go

GRAFFITI IN MY UNDERPASS, MEMORIES REVENGE

friend fucker phantom foe

boasting snarking larking

in encouraging rage

i miss you all
&

still hear you all

you graffiti'd my underpass a rainbow

~

  you

itch my bantam elbow

in the cough syrup night

  

  you

tickle my sick moonscape

all the brick wall day

~

  well-

its memories talking

taking cold revenge

 

old neurons dancing again

in the activity gulf 

tired boundaries gone to mist

in the function creep

of a locked groove 

hypnagogic blur 

he said-

things are getting formless

& they are

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