THE GREYSCALE LEAVES, FRAG POPS

under the same sky
where warplanes fly
i walk the pale dawn

agog & grounded

kicking the greyscale leaves

~

its a terrible wonderful world
& we are safe we think
on the western islands
in our bells of mist

~

now the fire in my knees

is extinguished

by wading thru

the soup

in the hall

a trail like smudged pencil

i imagine as my wake

SHORT TERM FORECAST OK FOR NOW

without glasses
i attempt 

to divine
our fortunes
in the blur
of the hallway

coatrack

i see 

a gentle disorder

of earth shades  

smudged

&

edged 

with 
vibrating

sunlight gold

STAY STILL & TELL ME

 

DECONSTRUCTED LOST LIMERICK HALF POP

got a cash stash
for a  hash dash

is the middle of a limerick 

insomnia made up

& lost the rest

nostalgia weeps
&
i miss the night

dark is safe danger - a balance

( sunshine beautiful often lies )

faux free in the days back end
& 

times own shadow zones

Elliot Moore from London, England - Shadow People

MARK IT

DULL WISDOM

got to
accept
the hole
youre in

before you can climb out it

but if
you find
comfort
in its
dull safe walls

well then fuck it

wallow and nap

and maybe history 
will reach out
with a dumb mitten 
anyway

and knight me

with
a
curly fry

pic from blastr.com

SAFE LAWN EVENING

YOURE HOME

the lawnmowers whine outside says to me
8 pm
weekday
evening
after the airless dead edge has lifted its bear hug
and
air and space to breath 
comes in on a cuddle breeze

YOURE HOME

ITS SAFE

ITS
NOT
YET
LATE

the mowers whine outside seems to say to me

and
its
time
for nothing now

even all the dead bugs are in 
their
right
places