THAT HARBINGE SLEEP (A BRACKET GAGAKU)

the oatmilk of human kindness
has gone up 30 pence

& at night
oh yes 

there i am 

( undistracted & translucent

  in the phone screen afterglow )

worrying

( the rubble children 

  & the orbiting star net cage )

& hallucinating

( my too-vivid self 

  limping out on the wild beaches )

& waiting 

( hunched then stretched

  hunched then stretched )

for the coded 

lightning flashes
that harbinge 'sleep'

MUSIC POP

you
put
it
on

cos you like it

enjoy that rare simplicity

and
hallucinate and travel
at
will

SICK MAN MOANING

tired as jet lag and walking death
unfed
and not even smoking

damp germs spread down the cure tube
and
irony knocks away at my resilience

all my
aims
dreams
efforts
plans
loves hates and style
are exiled into the distance of extreme exhaustion

i hold onto them like the end of Brazil

and when i try to sleep
an alien growl like an hallucination
wakes
me
only
three
mins
in

all night long