NOSTALGIA GLANDS

outside the unkillable bookies

diehard smokers

brace for judgement

& breath their b&h

into my memory portal

& manic nostalgia glands

~

matchboxes &

cubic cellophane

under the thin light

of a streetlight

& night smoke

in the mist of rain

SHRINKING BUFFER SHRANK ALL THE WAY

shrinking buffer

shrank all the way

& here it is

difficult difficult lemon difficult

its a square block

huge as a god
& too well machined
for my gömböc portal

~

the calendars look so homey

on the fridge doors

& workplace walls

dont they ?

but they chop you 

into meat cubes

stabbed with marker

the train kept rolling you see

while we laughed
the numbers away

ARSE IS AN ARSE, THE STORY OF A FOOLS CLEANLINESS

for 
an 
unprecedented 
twenty minutes
my own bodys
necessary deposits
heavily disgusted me

& i wanted to

never
never
ever

have to go & shit again 

~

this strange urge 

for 
such 
unattainable cleanliness

scared away
my 
animal embrace 

~

i withheld in denial

being Art

in my stillness
&
assumed dignity

portals briefly 
forced inactive

~

but
i was so much stranger then

&
i am emptier than that now

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