FRAGPOP #87

 

& now i am babbling

subtracted & burgled
under the mindburn

of restaurant lights

& inside is meat love
& sad love
& love love
& analgesics fermenting
in the summer birthday sun

ABOUT THE PAST

then 

after 

dark

the accelerator juice

kicked up the drama

of ordinary lights

& made paintings

of the gutters
dark mirror pools

BLEED THRU THE CRACKS

i keep doing
& if i do hard enough

& dont look
into the morning mirror

then i might
bleed thru the cracks

& stain the stage
& make them see

after the curtains are down

& the lights are up

what it looks like

to keep doing

& the true-crime 

look of it all

URGES & A RHYMING REFLECTION

i want to ride a tiger

i want to write a novel

i want to score a goal


~

we lived
a future ode

to the pub
up on the hill

we found that night
the lights went out

downhill
at the bull

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