OFFCUT POSEY No 38

again i look for the way

the righteous mission

the secure channel of the mind

~

i saw it once before

in the silver mist 

of streetlights

& the warm hum of the cars

hermetic

incognito

driven

~

& the playful laughter 

of the brackish surf

washes up as we all wash up

ink blotting

on the pebbles 

of the night

NOSTALGIA GLANDS

outside the unkillable bookies

diehard smokers

brace for judgement

& breath their b&h

into my memory portal

& manic nostalgia glands

~

matchboxes &

cubic cellophane

under the thin light

of a streetlight

& night smoke

in the mist of rain