PUT LITTLE TRUST IN TOMORROW

whoever said
seize the day
must have been high

it comes at you like a ramrod
like a haymaker of light
like a newspaper taxi ramraid
thru a pawn shop window

youd need hands
like andre the giant
or a glove
like thanos

not my mere mortal mitts

of meds & meat & mistakes

HAIKU TWO

organs watered

i am careful with the sun

summer river mood


~


the daily machine

is rust & meds & meat &

grit got in the oil

THE BORN INDEMNITY

theres no fire in the lead
& no dance in the pencil

the music must be wrong

& the meds must be faulty

but its just another day

shoulder 

to 

the 

blackbriar treadstone

look what they make you give . . . 

you get the headaches too ?

photo - Headache in Motion from the Dagenham Archive

REPEAT MEDICATION

SOME HEARTS

MED POP

new 
meds 
subtract 
saturday 
from the world
and
paint me a bold minus
in
my
mind

from minus head records