THE FIRDAY NIGHT BOOKSHOP OF THE MIND

in the friday night

bookshop of the mind

the oversoul
does a reading
just for me

when i am stretched out

debased on the sofas throw

~

& these poems
out the ether

well i can let them go

like throwing back a fish

my hands must remember

they dont need to always

stain the paper blue

COFFEE STATION #4

its empty in there

& quiet

but it doesnt take cash

of course

& they put my name 

on a sticker
on the coffee cups handle

so i know who i am . . ?

& yeah i dont like that

but tbh

sitting there reading it 

well

it helped the morning happen

EVERYONES SKY

i live a thousand lives
and one

under one roof
if i must

but under
everyones sky

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BREAKDOWN RESCUE

sometimes i have no voice

or
i
do
but its bland
without vim or backfire or balls

time to READ!

read sweet fruit of great voices work
and
hear
simple lines sing perfect by the bookcase 
with a pot of bitter herbs
and steaming dirty favourite mug
the cat comes and goes across the ruffled rugs
like a spirit
a god
an omen
or a warning
smelling of fresh outdoors and shed musk
and
my 
wick is lit - a tiny motor revs a new quiet monologue 
a
VOICE
again

at last