FRAGPOP DUMP

#113

madness is

that breeze
on your face

open bathroom window 2.30 AM

dissolution
coming out the grout


#109

pale organs
ride the day cart

to ebony dusk
& its ivory lights


#101

when you have finished
with your assumptions

let me tell you
i was once
almost
a real boy

ROBOT DOBBIN

some days
my own thoughts
bore me to tears

or would

if my parched organs

could spare the saline

~

& stuff i say sometimes

jesus christ its so freaking

default & vanilla & nothing

its like my intellect

was 3d printed yesterday

~

so here i am

a retired robot dobbin

wondering about trepanning

& the myth of good sleep

 

HAIKU TWO

organs watered

i am careful with the sun

summer river mood


~


the daily machine

is rust & meds & meat &

grit got in the oil