ABOUT A BEACH HOLIDAY

the cool night
& hobo dawn
prest a promise
the day mulls on

& in comes the naos of august

petrol spilt

on the services

yellow grid

concrete sea

~

then gulls cry in the ratine blue

&

now motorboats smoke their diesel

& we take lunch
in foil & in tupperware
to the beach

jellyfish & seaweed

tangled like warriors

in the wormholed sand

BOILED OVER

american jazz
mumbled chinese

starbucks tuesday AM

hot melting pot
five cheese sandwich

brown leather
white skin

her gleeful point
his empty stage

& a bip bop poem
is in the air

boiling over
away from me

in 
a 
never ever promise

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DRUNK ALMOST INSIGHT

when i drank
the
night
sky
was a painting 
almost speaking 
in 
whorls of bruised code

gods absence was there 
tangible
in
kneading fingers like a stress toy
and 
the 
pointed stars were there 
pinched oblivions 
of 
promise and xmas

another drink 
would decipher 
the
quiet talk of brush stroke smears
into 
universal-calm

or 
the nothingness-terror
of
great
and
hungry
holes

 

Drunk by Billy Childish Oil Painting 1997 www.stuckism.com

MGM POP

MGM lion roars
familiar greeting / promise

i wait
hopeful

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