COBWEB ELBOWS

i worry
that memories
may degrade
with each needy use

like a favourite jumper

already skeined thin

at its cobweb elbows

& i worry i dont 

husband them enough

like maybe

i should be

~

but still

the fallen garden apples

gone sweet with rot 

& all the flies there

conjure crystal 

childhood moments

of paddington ringer t's

& moccasin slippers

gone slippy & shiny underneath

& still 

the supermarket shower gel

of jungle & sport & sage 

mirrors those mornings long ago

when things

were different

enough to count

PORTAL !

to
all
the
soft bodies
i
will
not
destroy
for sport or food

i lift up my glass

lift up my coffee cup

to the Portal of Essential Expression

and i thank the space dust
thank the thin idea of a god
thank the valve there
for
opening
when
i
open
it

and for birthing me another posey pop
out
on
the
optic
radio

from vidoehive.net

SPORTS ARE GREEN (IF ROLLERBALL WAS REAL I'D FOLLOW IT)

saturday football in the pub

id go for the drinks
and
sink
into
a
dark bubble

i never Got It back then
all
the
Go Reds & Go Blues

and
i
got
no
laughs saying

  if only theyd work TOGETHER
  theyd score more goals that way

but
it
WAS
green

like the snooker
id
watch
and

  d r i f t

the next day

taming my hangover with
bottled
beer
and
green
weed

from www.pintrest.com