POSSIBLE REPOEM

i must have expressed before

in the spill of pub table ash

corralled by spent matches

maybe

or 

on a paperbacks flyleaves 

left in a green field

i thought was a cold steel rail

how i cant tell 

zen from madness 

or 

denial from a medical high

& how the rub & nub & oomph of it

is if it really matters

but i am sure of this -

i still find it poem

to difficult an end well

OFFCUT POSEY No 10

the absolute morning of the workplace

the medieval rack of it -

its keys & cups 

& trucks & cogs
corralled just so

bright but dull too 

& loaded with overthought precision

only just this side of chaos

yes even the dust -

especially the dust 

~

its too much world
&
pooh sticks race
under the trouble bridge
in 

a 

pink floyd of the mind

ANIMALS

well isnt it all 
a meat theatre
of high risk 
audience participation 

where the dogs 
feed the sheep
the shit from the bulls
like the pigs said

all the scenery anyway
has long been sold 
for headlines
and fools gold

and when the 
curtains are down
and when the 
lights are up 
the dogs 
cant look up from the sheep
and the sheep 
cant look up at all

from nydailynews.com