TYPER IN THE WAY

ego was so epic

he had to put it out  

out there in the front yard

just to get a clean breath

& the rag & bone men

well they rang their hand bell

& they took it away

~

& Plastic Zen was born 

Id in the ice box

   music player on

   typer in the way

RESIDUE

now is now
then
its
gone

sitting here in a workshirt
  crinkled and creased
  like i pulled it from a dogs arse
  i
search 
for the glow
in
our
residue

now is now - now is HOT
then
its
gone - cooled
  and 
  tucked into diarys / stashed in the ice box
  with 
the spilled peas
and
tomorrows
casserole

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