SOME MORE MONDAY POPS

your
anecdotal
duff hand grenade
scrape

does not match

my 
napalm
nerve scorch


~


bars
are wooden

creak like boats
at sea

adventure
in both

rum in hand


~


i am adult

if the child 
who survives
pilot lights & afterburn

is adult


~


theres
an
out of tune piano
on dolphin avenue

binmen play it

one day
its gone


~


in 
a
supermarket tshirt
&
a primark hat

i present myself

to
bureaucracys
willful
blindspot


~


with 
age
comes
a
wisdom & maturity

a VIEW

that doesnt 
help anything


~


all roads
lead to
the stage

& then the loading zone

all the
world
is an 
island

in the sea

from elitereaders.com

MONEY MONKEYS

their
high risk
black money magic

is juggling hand grenades
by
proxy

and 
they tell us 
poverty is 

a, our own fault
b, other poor peoples fault
c, totally unrelated to their superyachts

either way
we
are
plated like prawns
in 
their 
soft buffet

an arranged mass of dead eyes

bodies sold

and
drowned
in
melted
butter

from novotelbangkokploenchit.com