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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SO THERES THAT

did a hard ton of work 
on the bad architecture
in
the
skull bone 
over my boots
when
the 
patches of common habits
split
like
green 
wood

counselled the horrible this
and
therapised the awful that
and
still 
i'm 
a 
jetlag hangover night-piss
with
derelict legs - wood eaten by generations of salt wind
and
fingers pumped with helium 
and 
bad 
air

but i get a few scribbles published
in underground rags
and
theres a soft cat 
sleeping the bedspread
and
a
special woman - they both purr - who softens
the rough edges of the cave 
to 
say 
the 
least . . . 

and i got a new vics nasal spray habit too
that
puts
some
legs
in
the empty suck of decaff

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