LOST IN THE INSIDE FOG

where wanders
my
great
katsu ?

lost in the inside fog maybe
&
the lie of the western journey

~

soft shoes waiting

in the

work boots shadow

monopoly on the rear-view purview

BREAKDOWN SAINTS

we all have programs
of
furious tints or puppy glee
unknowable 
in 
the 
unthought instinct of deep cave heads
touched by ambiguous updates of drab ammos
thru 
school / life / long lonely nights

and this program holds us fast 
like mental luddites / resistant like steel
to
cycles of drink and pills and NOs
till the program is armour / walls of shaking solitude 
and
inside is powder and dust / egoless and nude

and when it all breaks down ( as it MUST - for PROGRESS )
under
heavy pressure of street barometers
and
unplanned-for stormheads
of 
bad money / bad love / dark sex trails / buried realisation
then can we hold the jigsaw together ? 

re-educate and reform 
the
new learned gears 
to  
new speeds and new slows
to
grow into New Me and Benevolent Us 
that 
walk out there again under the coy sirens
unbroken AND broken
with
hand-mind grip BOTH stronger and looser 
worried and strong in new soft shoes 
and aware they can break AGAIN 
into bomb piles of homeless brick
and
they know
and 
touch ( aware and worried ) others in their baby stages
with heroic tolerance / owl wisdom

and
they
are
the
breakdown saints - tell us by our bottomless eyes

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