ABOUT THE FUTURE

the androgynous
& softly beige

intergenerational crowd

gather at the seasons change
around the dry monolith

of the last standing tree

~

they murmur the old rumours again

about the old god Cloud

& how he caught the whole world one time

& bade them worship glass

PHONE BOX KUNG FU

brain drugs

on an aok day

when every pissy niche

of the medicine cage

is reusable canvas 

is a win for pharmaceuticals

& the stolid monolith way 

ABOUT THE PAST 2

then sway-swaying

on the kerbstone cliffs
i see me 

down 

in 

the
night puddles

mirror lands

apparition towering

& monolith-like

all silver & black
all shadow & glow

like a secret

like escape

& its delicious