POOR SPROGS

what

were

the salt of the earth

are

now

salting the earth

their poor sprogs
must eat live & die on

TWO ZEN POPS

ZEN POP THE 1ST

i rewound my accelerator

i smelt the coffee
i smelt the roses
i took a pinch of salt

i held it all motionless

with plastic zen

in the cubicle privacy
of shrubs and fences

in the shade



ZEN POP THE 2ND

the first time
i wore
blue jeans

i knew
i had
arrived

imported workwear
child sewn
prison worn

plastic zen 
stonewashed
selvedge
jimmy dean

from muthicalmonkey.blogspot.com

YAWNING SKY

theres small gems in the rough salt
an LED gleam on a crocodiles back
i dig for a loose edge with a dull slate
nothing in my hands an animal never had
under pregnant eggs and the yawning sky

and a fog is coming down / its horror film dense
its the steaming factory lube in my atomic clock

and under the yawning sky we all fall and happen
its an opera of dirty cotton / its italic birds

and 
i                            up
wonder                    me
                    pull   
   that it doesnt

into its horrible absence / apparently eternal

cows by caitlin herd, oils 2009 from artistsdaily.com