TWO JAB STUB POPLINGS

 

1

two losers
on the slow track

jokers in the pack

well acquainted 
with all the kings & queens

2

& the jurys out
debating reality

hunched over the meat world testimony

calling for lunch 

& overnight motels

TWO DOMESTIC MOMENTS

theres wood
laid over the rubble

& sky 
over that


~


& the bath i run
smells like
the baths we ran

in
hotel
bathrooms

years ago

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DULL SENTIENCE IN A BLISTER PACK

the
d i s t a n c e
i
feel
sometimes
streetside

is hermetic

i am walking on the moon

~

i am the physical manifestation
of
a
wired jetlag 
attempt to relax
in a new city 
back corridor
hotel bathtub
where the window 
looks out at 
four square feet of
sunless dead brick
and where 
down two miles 
of carpet tunnel  
is
the 
front desks lobby bustle minefield 
and 
tourist tout postcard parade

and past that
down
important steps

is
an
8pm union square xmas

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TOO MUCH 3

too much

were the too many shadows cast too long

of the too many long cool drinks

in the too late soft hotel bars

where a quiet barman in a too tight tie

always said sir to my bleary smudge face

and

too many too bright dawn slides home

where 

too many birds sang too loud too many words

i

always

understood

all too much

so 

now

i

scribble my literal anus in too small hiccups

too tired to write anything too long

and

carefully

nurse

my

back brain and its dim fluke glow

catching its too dull diamond flashes 

on 

too yellow post-its 

that curl and collect too much fluff and ash and dust

their ideas fading slow in too little sun

waiting too long

for

me

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