FRET-JAG DUH

fret-jagging about endtimes

& everything to forever lose

i purposefully patronise waterstones

between a glut of used electronics

& the muted hues of west ham merch

empty of customers

 duh

i inhale the paper air

the unbent luxury gloss of spines

well this might not be 

a bad place 

to hole up

when the sewage 

hits the turbine

& all the hills shed their trees

SANDCASTLE DREAMS

sandcastle dreams
lose their edges
in
the
life wind & tide

wet bog now

of sewage taint moats

just like that - nature teaches no

BUSHES AND THREE FRIENDS

the bushes

they
dont
try
to sell me 
anything at all

~

the rubbish trucks
on friday morning
sing a dinosaur song
of
man
and
machine

~

the tide mark
on
the bath tub
is
some concrete proof
some surprise relief
that
i
am
made 
of 
something

~

ordinary madness
comes
up
with
the
sun
but wont leave at dusk

no mind what assassinated sewage
passes
for
tv
and
downtime

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