THOUGHT POPS

monsters rule
by 
physciatric consensus

when will out come the nephilim ?

they will crumble quickly
asking for uhu glue

~

gravity is a closed window

above us is sky 
space & forever

we ride 
a heavenly fedex
to where ?

~

knee jerk bombs
face saving missiles

90 dead before breakfast

cardiac bellies
sag on the third green

~

unspecial under bricks
nature is calling

forests & streams
fill my dreams

~

stretch out
in my wifi pod

assassinated pig
on cornershop bread

mind in a gone land

~

cornershop stale chat

i shall take my silence
as a hint
to leave

~

and for one precious moment

for one precious moment

one 
precious 
moment . . .

meh

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ENGLANDS RURAL NOIR

rain falls from endless cloud
over
Blade Runner Englands rural noir

replicants
built
with
wings
patrol drinkers existential binge -
unconscious demonstration
and
self immolation

kings and liars wear waders 
and
invite
cameras to meetings
and
sell soft machine maintenance
out
the
back alley

bullets with wings know where they're going
and
new missiles in Englands attic are
programmed to reminisce 
about the musket sunshine of Empire 
while
insurers
run
from Englands Blade Runner
rural
noir
and the undredged sewage seas
of
rich
fossil
folly

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