FEAR EVEN TO ONCE GLANCE

now

the
system orchestrated mindset

demands rolling explanations

for absence from the day machine

&

it

comes

out

as

a beg / a whine / an excuse

& pleas for understanding

when

i should
be unapologetically ill

a still turning 

burning windmill 

on the overlook hill

sacrificed to home experiments

& slo-mo soft-blazing 

a strange new trail

thru the heart of darkness 

where half the healthy fear 

to even once glance

AUDIO POPS FILE 2

 

RERUNS & WRITTEN RESIDUE

always 
i am
explaining
myself

fictitiously
like practice

to gone friends from out the past
&
to next months never / maybe meets


~


if only my mind could RACE
id be done by now

but 
its 
some kind of swamp in there
some kind of slo-mo mordor

all spiked retinoids
&
between-station underwater tv 


~


i must clarify again
those corner hook-ups
the cracked cement & moss banks

&
i
got
to
dwell on

the shouted almost chat
from the dub weekenders

i am rerun central
meat tube hdd only


~


i feel 
it is ALL 
still happening to me

linear time
is 
only outside
my
untanned leather


~


so 
i
go read new poetry

go on the old toilet

trying
to dump
the ALL out

& fill up the space
with 
someone elses 
written residue

for a change
& to breath

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