ON WONDERING WHERE THE GOALPOSTS EVEN ARE

it is 

hard to
carry on
with this writing game
when i could fall face down 

all over the floor instead

& cling to the edges of the rug
swamped by the useless raving

of all the trying things

& the iron & blue & dusty jewel

that is our constant moon 

is gradually backing away

& i cant blame them

~

& on the tightrope

over the panic net 

i am trying not to happen at all

& trying to be like bracken or moss

like deadfall or a railway sleeper

but i do get up again

for my meatsock needs

 

& i see a bird in the garden
all the colours of oil

& i get on with it again

with writing this down

ALL G AND NOT ENOUGH P

got the first-stop dr on the phone 8 AM
cos
my
meds
are
making
me
sicker
under the clouds and moon

i dont know much about that at all
she says
and suggests
i tail them off slow

but tired of the itchy raving
at
3 AM
under the stars and black velvet
i
stop
cold
turkey

and make a physical appointment
with my current favourite gp

hoping
for
a
scrip
of
something old school
something that works
under the sun and the buffed cotton wool

but wisely preparing 
for eventual disappointment
too
under the google search and the science wall

aware id prob 
have to pick
a new favourite gp
afterward
under the receptionists knowing frown

and wisely prepare
for more eventual disappointment
with
them
as well
under the freebies and the cost constraints

theyre all g
and not enough p
under a streamlined zodiac
and a time machines stuck loop

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