THREE MINIPOPS

there something
nice about knowing

theres classy venues
out there by the seaside

where OMD
still gig

~

in the drought
you wait for rain

at the typer
window & desk

battened down
in the newspeak gale

~

scotch was

a benevolent fury
of self-heroism
on the cusp of heaven

back

in
the
bottle shop doorway

WHAT IT WAS I DID

i wonder
what it was
i ( a slow dive / a pensive peacock ) 

did to time
to make time ( a real geek & goofball ) 

do whats its done to me

~

well thats peeled ego & old grapes

washing machine fluff 

too keen again

on the trouser weave

&

a sand grains fury with the rock face

GUMBO THRUB

all roads

lead to damascus

& 

are paved

with trigger warnings now

&

hell hath

no life hacks

like an

incel scorned