SIMPLE LIFE CAN BE

cigarettes
never tasted
so good
as when
a black dog
camped
in every room


~

shaving my dome

well
it just makes me feel better

like sharpening a knife


~

you drink at night
& lie in a field
& theres the stars
how simple
life can be

WORLD WAS BUSTED WHEN I GOT HERE

i pull my boots on
& walk on down the hall . . .

i go gardenside

for lawn

for air

for the abyss above

& the girth below

i take a folding knife
to feel useful 

to feel prepared

its titivating

its diy smoke & mirrors
& a poor shadow of our ancestors

can-do 

tinder-box 

flint & steel

rich soil psyche 

i breath cbd fog

everything hurts
i am out to pasture

in a hanging-in-there lawn chair

fox at my feet
food questions in his eyes

photo - fox & chair from the Dagenham Archive

IN CODE

epic irritation
is
roughly cuffed
&
shoved
down
the fritzl basement stairs

my inner reporter
staking me out

~

mindfulness
wrestles
bubble wrap
inside
my
tired time bomb 

both deflate
but holding

&
any lessons escape

real ghosts
in the 
halloween 
fracas

~

dark appetite 
night hungry
vampire virus 
attempted remission
from moon action

mainly
for
shits & giggles

bodies 
left out
on the 
milk train 
rail tracks

for nectar points multiplier

~

this
systems
effectiveness
is
endlessly
debatable
& 
dodging peer review

captains 
drop knives
&
pull guns

but agree tho

that the days
are numbered

but always
in code

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PICASA MADRIGALS, MUSIC & LAUGHING WONT STOP

ON THE BACK PORCH OF EARTH

with
a sabre of love/a dagger of art
with
a shiv of survival/a Gerber of growth 

i
whittle wisely/shave subtly
and
hack with the hatchet of have-nots

(while
whistling dystopian themes)

at
the tall and tremendous tree of life

to
force and form
and
to
craft and coax

a defined and lasting point