SCENE

weep into
your cold
dishwater

theres rain up the kitchen window

so the postman
wont see

~

& all the difficult forms

& the liars on the phone

lay their traps of madness

sunshine & love

cant see

AGE AND QUESTIONS

how to catch an AGE ?

that phantom 
of maths 
of greeting cards

and
how to
get it down
neat
in B & W ?

it seems so important to do so -

is it because
things
seem
to
move
so
fast
when they pretend to be standing still ?

its
only
a factor of decrepitude
a death integer
a label

how we love labels !

its
only a reductive mechanism
  shorthand
  for
  demograph forms
  and
  advertisers
 
we are only ghosts
thats all
 
haunting
rotting meat pies
and
spinning ourselves dizzy
  on
  a
  doomed toxic rock
  full with drilled holes
  describing great circles
  over
  and
  over
  and
  over
  in a freezing
  black
  abyss 

and maybe maths will spin us backwards
one
surprising
day 

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