THE FIRE & THE FLOODS

world is burning  

world is flooding 

this fails to balance out

at 

least

the great lazy pandas

fucked themselves out of immediate danger

at  fucking  last

SEVEN YEAR VENT, ELIPSIS HEAVY MIX

seven years now

& counting . . .

&

i 

was 

already bearing
multiple crosses . . .

but who isnt ?

hit the metaphorical refresh

& watch myself meatworld buffer

i am the hungry circle snake

of the waiting room citadel

~

the finish line ?

i will get there

but then 

who doesnt ?

i got longs odds fixed

lay your money down

the finish line ?
i will know it when i see it
maybe / hope so / fuck it

i mean
what else am i going to do ?

& i did not mean to be

a son of plastic & oil . . .

~

you all . . .

all you out there . . .

you who ever played games beside me

you keep my fuel fresh

& 

keep it coming strong . . .

& play your games still . . .

i did not mean to be

lost in the concrete . . .

when the forest is so close

i did not mean to be

such an old & crusty

touchscreen child . . .

photo - BP M&S Night Fabric from the Dagenham Archive

ILLNESS POP

cant think about it
cant

not about all i missed
all i will miss
all thats taken

~

cant think about it
cant

cos of the pills popped
&
cos of the safety locks
kicking in inside

~

adaptability i realise
(oh fuck)
is a strength & flaw

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DAWN IS

the dawn chorus

is dinosaur revenants

calling
out
again
for
another
fuck

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THE EVE OF CONSTRUCTION AND THE GIN FIELDS

life
was
a
shit
and
a
fuck
and the midnight got inside you
like the cold got inside you
and it spoke to you
and it said no bro no
not this lifetime

~

but there was a freedom there wasnt there ?
in the silence
and in the nothing

and that band sang

oh that magic feeling
nowhere to go

and you clung to that
thru the eves of destruction
out on the cigarette corners
counting up your telephone coins 
stood at the cabstand alone
with something to drink
but nowhere to go

~

and it got deeper inside of you
and it ate its way back out of you

from 
d
o
w
n 
where regret ferments

and the hard ice you were
achieved a difficult spring

~

and you got inside each other
and you built a metaphorical
solid gold home together

and it said go bro go
its time for some summer

and all the irrigated gin fields
were 
sown
with
enough
sunflower

to weather
the sickness dusk

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