FEARS FACED - A SHORT STORY POEM TREATMENT

all his burned belongings 

are ash & mess now 

effluent in the estuary pull

he stands naked now

abroad & in a desert

smashed spectacles at his bleeding feet

theres murder behind him

confessions & incriminations

in the newspaper mail

his last meal was

his mobile phone

fears faced

or

getting there

~

lobotomy spoon held loose 

in a zombie hand

his doubts jam now 

flung on the nights scree

hes waiting on police now

an ambulance
bit of rendition maybe

or holy wrath

& he is smoking Camels again

or trying to - hes clumsy

his fears faced

or

getting there

photo Widescreen Blobs No 8 courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

PILTDOWN MAN IN THE MUMMY EXHIBITION

( dont ask why but fyi-
  
  my
  brainmind
  has
  gone
  half biblical & full epic

  a glacier mint clarity glimpse
  outside the fug 
  of coastal fog
  
  &
  its in this state
  
  of
  ministry ?
  of
  industry ?

  that 
  i wonder . . . )


what is my suffering
to 
the 
suffering of ages ?

i am piltdown man
in the mummy exhibit

~

the 
rendition extraordinary
detention borderly
&
starvation incontinently

the
damnation historically
sickness unnecessary
&
poverty geographically

the
extinction constructually
genocide religiously
&   
monks inflammatory 

all make me 
piltdown man
in the 
mummy exhibit

~

what is my suffering
to
the
suffering of the ages ?

well- its  
      M I N E

      &
thinking different
stinks 
of a stasis agenda

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