THE THOUGHT OF A CLOUD ACROSS THE SUN

theres two states-

the ok oblivion bubble

chat
you know
tv

youre on the case
and everything
is in its box

a comfortable surrender
where everything
matches up
just enough

to sit still and look at the lawn

or-

existential
planet dying
hyper awareness
anxiety jag

curious cackling angles flushed out
and
  nothing 
    is nothing 
      is nothing...

and between-

a cotton thread wriggling
like
happenstance
in
the
wind

the thought of a cloud
across the sun

from lookingtothesky.com

GUEST POST, FOUR RONPOPS BY RON HECKERT

'I was like...are you sure you're calling the right guy?'

1. Oblivion United

I guess 50 means you're a man somehow

As Grown up as you'll get
Or whatever

Opinions
Onions

Oblivion Unlimited

Witness it
Break down

But it was never fixed
Was it?

2. Good Luck

What you get 

Is a return on what you have invested in

Results will vary

Skill and luck play a part

Hope for good luck

Good luck

'I did not attend several prestigious universities.'

3. Shit Mirrors

I am a conscious manifestation of elements

recycled from the beginning of time

A time that only a god could remember

And then there was light

And me!
Indeed.
We were all there,
apparently still sleeping.

And now we get

To Witness our universe

Through a temporary mirror

A soup of organics

A miracle of chemistry

Reflecting wonderment

Whilst shitting all over it

For This is the way

Our Shit mirrors work

We are shitty little mirrors

Reflecting who we are

Cheap goods perhaps

To the cosmos

Our cousins

indifferent gods

And others

I was going somewhere with this

But whatever

Our souls

Warped

Made cheap and quick

Mass produced

Efficiently

Flawed

Because perfection takes focus

And the universe is big

Isn't it?

4. Good Day

The computer said to me 

It is hard

To write music

When I cannot feel or see

And yet I write on anyway
Blinded though knowing

About more absurd probabilities
Bending the numbers and notes of a frequency

Caused disturbances
Sensed
Felt

To detect is to attempt to understand 

She said good day after that

'There were trees, lots of trees.'

SMALL BIRDS AND SLEEPSIDE DREAMS

small birds

new starlings

come out the apple tree
three at a time

and treat the lawn 
dense with clover
like
a 
Homebase OAP weekend sale

~

could i be one
one day
and know what
to do ?

when to gather fibre
how to build ?

and
when the best time is
to shit on the roses ?

~

and the cosmonauts tranquilisers
came in vegetarian capsules

brought -
gift of rest
that regular oblivion

and
i
dreamed
i
was
a 
beacon
in the big big sea

half light house half roman god
in levis
hoody
and
nike airs

oceans lapping at my doubleknot laces

~

and
the
new birds

small starlings

well they hatched
with a shopping list ready

i am on the back step
i look for the lizard they used to be

realising again
how uncomfortable it makes me
that 
they
have no arms

and if their wings
are really 
an adequate payoff

from kottke.org