ABOUT WRITERS RESIN

i sweated 

raw plasma

writing that

thick like syrup 

like spruce sap

hefty globules of it

my glucose of the soul

~

anyone else 

need to change

their writing shirt

when the morning writing is done ?

MERCURY SPILL

the
pain
pretended
at a dull ache
but we both knew
it was fire
&
the shape
of a mercury spill

~

& the shirt
on the hanger
on the line
like a sail
slides away
on the wind

STATUS

yeah
ok
sometimes im a solid mass

all real & proper & that

with trousers on
a shirt

& so forth & etc

with sometimes even a place to go

but 

other 

times
im hands reaching out
from some dirt-cloud smog

my face like a strangers surprise

1980s I JUST DONT KNOW

a brown plastic of cider

& a kind of canvas blouse 

townhall saturday night ( a ... disco ? )

backstep escape ( set a pattern ... )
in white-speckled chinos

like tarmac under a birdshit tree 

knock-off converse clones
& hair so confused -

gel in / gel out / fuck gel !
& my sarcasm peaked
into mocking silence
i
just
dont
know

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FIVE OR TEN POPS

1.

this guy sat outside costa

smokes a roll up
fat as his thumb

stirs his coffee
for a full five minutes

stares hard into space

ignores totally
the woman sat with him

and i dont like to judge

but i bet
hes due in court



2a.

i wonder about dying 

and i wonder about not

and i wonder 
bout all the things
i will never know

i hope i wont die behind on my box sets
or
croak
halfway thru
a
balls-out novel
of
addiction and murder



2b.

and in 100yrs
will computers
be thinking liquid 

and hide from us
in the sea ?



3a.

i wake
and smell the day

it smells like shit
that chemical shit

farmers . . .

i start again

i see a robin
in the rosemary patch

i see a dragon fly
on the rose bush pole

and you see the problem is
i dont know what to do
with 
that



3b.

so i write it down

file it
for 
posterity
whatever that is

and i thank lordfuck in heaven
for
gardens

by sitting 
my fleshbag of gas in one
and
staring out my head



4.

and outside
deaths opinion

i wonder dont all weep
in the weakness
of every dawn



5a.

i can write poems

mechanically
apparently

and time was
they were an
olympic event

but please dont ask me 
to understand the gas bills

seemingly
random

list
of

give
and
take



5b.

utility bills
are like 
predictive text

i explain to the cat before breakfast



5c.

imagine if what we paid for a shirt
was
based
on
someones assumption
of
how
many
shirts
we would buy that year ?

i ask the cat after breakfast



5d.

my shirt might even be free !

and
well 

the cat
is snoring now

in wise response

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