ON FARM GAS

i had drifted 

into a lighter

version of this world

where my headache
was a golden hologram
up above my crown

& intensity

crept in but politely 

via the open back door

~

freedoms
strange
twilight
tastes of ghosts 

like nostalgia

but with a seaside kick

& that kind of chemical metal tang

like blood would 

on a hot gun

ALIVE LIKE A GUN IS ALIVE

to be
an electric guitar
raw
from the last show
keen

for the next

alive like a gun is alive

wating

backstage
in the calm

before the rock

almost not even needing any hands

THREE CRIME HAIKU POPS

TRUE CRIME 1


was some '90s lead

fired from a '20s gun

dead bank manager



~

CRIME PAYS SOME


theres trees & a lake

& the sofa ben loved

round langmores fire pit



~



TRUE DETECTIVE


times a flat circle

the bayou gasmask monster said

moss on my crowbar

IN CODE

epic irritation
is
roughly cuffed
&
shoved
down
the fritzl basement stairs

my inner reporter
staking me out

~

mindfulness
wrestles
bubble wrap
inside
my
tired time bomb 

both deflate
but holding

&
any lessons escape

real ghosts
in the 
halloween 
fracas

~

dark appetite 
night hungry
vampire virus 
attempted remission
from moon action

mainly
for
shits & giggles

bodies 
left out
on the 
milk train 
rail tracks

for nectar points multiplier

~

this
systems
effectiveness
is
endlessly
debatable
& 
dodging peer review

captains 
drop knives
&
pull guns

but agree tho

that the days
are numbered

but always
in code

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FICTION POP 5 GUNNY