SPIDER STROKE SCRAWL

the sadness
of the dream *

follows me

into the morning
like
a
rucksack
dense with old diaries

listing

missed opportunities

in

spider stroke scrawl

*
the old lady lost

among moving shopfronts

& the delayed deliveries 

arriving decades late

SABBATH OUT MY EARS

i cant remember
what the old lady
on the bus
was telling me
but i know
i told her
to tell it
to her sons
& her doctor too

thank you for listening to me

she said / tiny voice / wet eyes
i nodded / smiled / got off

it was long ago
she must be dead now

&

i hope she knows
i took sabbath 

out my ears 

for that

POPEYE DOYLE

that hat

5 shot
model 36
down
his
sock

hes marked with a paper fish

~

attitude
at
a
shit
desk

watches beach volleyball

ice cream
a girl

that hat

~

cheap shirt
sleeve up

like a pavlov dog

that hat gone

~

hes flying

ex-pat
arm track
old lady
lifts his watch

~

baseball re-enactment
with his food

in
a
cold turkey cell

booze cup
on sink

~

that doorstep tile
hotel tanger

phone box call

revenge arson

hes exploding

~

and
again

one gunshot

before
cut to black

pic from bighairplasticgrass.com