ABOUT A DOCTORS APPOINTMENT

in the drs office
i attempt to

properly absorb her words

but i realise 10 mins in  

i am only intent

on looking 

like i am listening

nodding & lip pursing & going hmmm 

& now all i am thinking
is about this pretence

i am trapped inside of

& that breaks a cold sweat

& i wonder too 

if shes twigged

my accidental pantomime 

or is she on 

rote autopilot

& worrying about her washing

out on the line & limp in the grey

THAT HARBINGE SLEEP (A BRACKET GAGAKU)

the oatmilk of human kindness
has gone up 30 pence

& at night
oh yes 

there i am 

( undistracted & translucent

  in the phone screen afterglow )

worrying

( the rubble children 

  & the orbiting star net cage )

& hallucinating

( my too-vivid self 

  limping out on the wild beaches )

& waiting 

( hunched then stretched

  hunched then stretched )

for the coded 

lightning flashes
that harbinge 'sleep'