POEMS should read them if you write them said the piano child i read norse i said in every autumns carnival death NEWS IS DUSK putins pants on back to front or so it looks to me theyre purple like night purple like dusk falling on adequate gas supply WOODEN MOON sounds like news headlines herald winters nuclear dark in tom waits left-over gravel voice DISAPPOINTED JOURNO dylan in movie set caravan interviewed - he portraits journo for his own fridge door
i change a line or two in the mess of words i made and call it a day make a brew find a movie find painkillers wondering if socrates was as good a soldier as they said and if there are any other words as solid sounding as republic ~ over the road steptoes back lit front room net curtain looks like a milky cataract a naked bulb is lit all hours what he doing in there ? 247 patrol in his republic of junk ?
we live like a row of terraces invisiby different till you go inside look each other in the eye and dont lie ~ its unusual its night i am awake inside the opiates and i am full of love for you all ~ i write without drink no one has ever done a harder thing ever ~ the footlights now are made of a nuclear glow the actors confused & desperate can only carry on