ESTRANGED DIARY
i
write
partitioned storm walls
against
death
&
the
void
estranged diary scratches
on a caveman wall
&
i write without drink
no
man
has ever done
a
harder thing
PRESSURE
naughty world i say
why
do
i
feel
like it must be me
who
makes
you
behave ?
UN-TECH WOODLAND
theres
electric light
polished glass
towering steel
spacemen in spacepods
orbit
doing spacethings
&
i
dream of a forest
a campfire
to
sit
by - on the nod
till
a
dew wet dawn
