A LOGICAL WAY

we

render

our 

animal experience

into cannibal tallow

to ease the grit 

in the bearings

of the carbolic wheel

in the mad hope of pearl

peace

& a logical way

MY MIND SUSPECTS INDUSTRIAL APOPHENIA

& 

after it all

the moon is a dirty pearl

rivetted by levi
in the dusty suede sky

& 

the ports pile driver 

is percussion backing 

the container ships 

taut hawser strum

&

tho my mind suspects 

industrial apophenia

my heart is hearing

an end of world blues

MORNING PEARL

the day goes
where the day goes

where all the days 
have always gone

i know i cannot 
hold it down
hold it up
hold it still

for a pinch of salty understanding 

but
my
insomnia
tries
anyway

a small watcher in the big shadow

3D grit
in
the quantum hologram  

waiting on the
morning pearl

from futurism.com