CREATES AN ILLUSION

a boxfresh outfit
or as boxfresh as i get
helps clear out
the fog upstairs
& creates an illusion
of order & prep & pep

until the cat
gets hungry
& gets friendly
& rubs his shedding summer coat
all over my twill wale
& puma suede

no matter
i am only sitting in the morning chair
sunlit on the houseplants
& hair everywhere

WELL I CANT READ ITS MIND

a hair on the bed
just one inch away
from my morning eye

is curled into a question mark
shining silver in the slant of the sun

its tagged itself

on the end of my dreams

asking maybe What Now ?
or suggesting . . . 

. . . well i cant read it mind

~

it casts a shadow
like a dark river
that
winds

down 

the

cotton canyon cliffs

& there i launch a small boat

& escape

from interrogation

VIDDY THE BEATLES HOLO

 

waiting for the android guide
to come & take me to the sunbarge

i viddy again the beatles holo -

hair in the wind

on the rooftop
in old london

earthstrip one

i love that old colour

the streets so slow then

what a time that must have been

to try to be alive

NATURES FOOL 5 (then i went inside)

in lieu of talent
i
get
out
my 
balls
for
the August rain

i
hear a deep thunder crackle

my
secret 
hair 
stands 
up

electric

 

from en.wikipedia.org

NO BLAME

i wouldnt blame her if she did as she said . . .
i
said
DO YOU WANT YOUR RED CLOTHES WASHED SEPARATE FROM THE WHITE ?
i
said
RACE HORSING
i
said
THE CAT LOOKS LONG TODAY
i
said
BLEH
i
said
an unrecognisable stream of consonants
i
said
______ thinking i already spoke
she
said
ENGLISH IS YOUR FIRST LANGUAGE DUDE ! 
AND YOU WANT TO BE A WRITER ! 
HOWS THAT GOING ?

i lay in the bath tub musing about how
i
really 
wouldnt 
blame her at all . . .

shes multilingual
an actual genius 
and
i
lay
in the bath tub
gazing at my belly hair 
and
how
it
explodes
below
and
drifts like seaweed in clear water
and
when i get up
it
clings
and
looks too much / too wild / too dark
so
i
wouldnt
blame
her
at
all
if
one
night
she
did
as
she
said
and mends me once and for all
with
a
club hammer to the skull

from magictools.in

HAIR POP

hello

hello new hair

look
at
you

sprouting from my fifth ink

you
werent
there
yesterday
i'm
sure

like an ariel

a bent willow

a totem

now
let
me
fetch
my
scissors

you cheeky hair

goodbye