OFF-CUT AUTUMN POPS

autumn the first 

tar on the breeze

falling falling

fallen leaves

~

& the sun is slung 

underhand across the sky

sixty minutes late

& eyeline high

MUSIC FOR DAWN GAGAKU CONTINUED

 

& the joggers i see outside

getting a head start on the day
well i pretend theyre just late

whatever gets you thru . . .

with music at dawn

more flexing gymnast 

than rocket coffee grind

MUSIC FOR DAWN GAGAKU

its a soft power

& a new bulletin

an expert gear shift

in an eighteen wheeler 

dream high - gatekeeper high

& a voice 

stumble-breaking 

emotion-thick

exactly where it should

family apologies
& dinosaurs 

playing up on the hill

abattoirs - moo
& 

the hazy stoned-glow golden days

long gone long gone long gone

i found music for dawn . . .

its a mescal hangover 

the soft grass of the alps

& a baltimore spring

ARENT WE ALL

waiting for my time 

on a street corner

loose change in my lining

waiting waiting waiting

for something to happen

well my time might 

well has been & gone

when i was waiting 
on a street corner

field dirt in my boots

waiting waiting waiting 

for something to happen

well my time might be right now

this coffee & kitchen chair

this sand in my hands

& i notice 

too late ? 

too late !

nah / whatever

tomorrow never looked so fine

as with my eyes tight shut today

from mexeperience.com

FROM A CAFE NEWSPAPER

judge says-

law on
assisted
suicide
is correct in its prohibition

judge says-

its right
this law
should be
broken
sometimes

judge-

is
retired
powerless
unaccountable

useless

waste of newsprint

like all the expremiers
advocating
narcotic
liberal
legalisation

hes giving a damn too late

from pearlsofprofundity.wordpress.com

DONT DANCE DONT SING WHAT DO YOU DO ?

you never dance
they say

you
never
sing

what ARE you ?
they say

i said i WRITE

and cant understand
how you all dont

pic from boingboing.net