POETRY BY MATHS

coffee x 5

+
rest x 1000
=

some kind of poem sometimes

if 

the 

central nervous system stimulants 

kick in

cos sometimes theyre lacking

~

so

if the maths are good
& the sky just right
& the gulls overhead 

signal nostalgia seasides

then i get 

a slim god-slice of venn

scribbled in spiders

on the bedside pad

& pink moon is played

all day & all night
in the midtown bodegas

 

HABIT OF THE BILLS

the morning
RINGS 
with bells & birds

nights sweet undeath

r
e
d
u
c
e
d

to a
sepia wash

before you done your teeth

~

in bandit masks

calling gulls

attend 
the rag & bone man van

& crows
report homicides

too late

on
the
tv
spines

tickling the sky

round the cemeterys
bloodless
basin 

~

sacred pervs & empty reels
land sharks & electric meat

clock in 
freak out  

slow cooked
to collapse

in
the
habit
of the time thief bills

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