LIKE BUTCH & SUNDANCE, A TV POP

born strange & shared

in a corporate world

so 

they 

run 

then

hand in hand

toward the camera

together together

& into 

a film grain 

freeze frame

like butch & sundance

before

the

credits

crawl

FRAG 29

 

dawn is drawn

in a dark smear

of smudged pencil

a sharp lead edge 

gouging house outlines

as if with a fist

& the bulletins are bleak

& the cats walk cautious

smelling its strange 

HYPNAGOG 5

well its like microdosing
some other strange electric

& theres novels there

in the hypnagog

someones reading them to me

but
theyre
not
for lending or borrowing be

OUR SOFT COMPULSION

to step back and look

like a space raider might

or a door made sentient by magic

well they may find it crazy

or maybe madly sweet

that

at

night

after administering

ointment and salves

and swallowing

compacted preparations

we all lay down together

in a soft compulsion

and silent agreement

in different softer clothes

or less clothes

or no clothes

on as soft a surface

as

finance

allows

a soft surface 

designed for just that

and

then

under blankets

and

under quilts

our

waking 

grace 

is

gone

as

our legs and feet

strike out skewiff

our arms flung or folded

bent as broken crosses

well they may see this

as code or a ritual message

acted out on an upholstered plinth

us as an unthinking sacrifice

and there we surrender

with

little

fight

(are we all children ?

 they may wonder)

into a vulnerable unconsciousness

like a death

but for fits

of blurts and gargles

and 

pillow 

muffled 

mumbles

protected only by walls and glass and faith

and what these observers

can not know is that

we

then

journey

on

interior

voyages

to

strange times in random lands

where

the faceless and familiar

can

sink

away

at

a

touch

overwhelmed by their own

mysterious meaning

and the space traveler

or furniture made thinker

may

find

this

activity

makes

any observed insomnia

appear

a

sound choice

the proverbial picnic

to be awake and on watch

may make much more sense

may seem an obvious job

to their new fresh eyes

a safe and essential insurance

tho also unknown to them

the

struggle

of

tired wired

sleepless exhaustion

is

a

fuckpit

of

half sanity

to us

at best

from wikipedia.org

OUT OF TUNE

i 
wanted 
to 
say
its so strange what you miss 
when its taken away
and
i wanted to make jokes
about 
Everything 
all 
day

but
Everything is strange today 
too noon-lit 2D for play
and
my
jokes
flat
and in the way
of
honest troubled family folks 
just
working
for
pay 

 

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