FRIEND SONG WITH PARENTHESES

inside me
is a multiheaded megafriend

made up of all of you

 (in your levis / your gyspy core
  & your norm-chic

  your saturated black / the hat envy

  & toytown frills)

& you all talk to me still

 (questions edged with giggles

  & the lume of a plaintive moon)

no matter
how far
you think
you have
all gone

WALT DISNEY & WALT DISNEY

i blame 

the sleep deficit

& walt disney

the meat microscope

& porco rosso

cos 

the more i think of it

the stranger

it seems to me

that the cat & the birds

dont talk out loud

in english to us

~

well now i gone & overthunk

& find it weird

that we can

make  tal k

           i ng

& w er 

        d s

  w o 

      r k  fo r us     a t     a 

                                l l

THE BEST OF KINGS

theres a thickness in the taste
thats like alchemy like medicine
and
it
slides
       d
         o
          w
          n
         the 
back of my throat
like a toxic oyster

but i feel like the best of kings

and im walking up the bottle shop
just walking up the bottle shop
for beers and blended scotch 
in 
the 
afternoon love film sunshine
feeling like the best of kings

and i might be sick any minute
and my mouth fills with saliva
and my head might burst open
and i feel like i been kicked
hard in my hollow guts
by
an
angry
cloven 
hoof

but still i feel like the best of kings
walking up the bottle shop
just walking up the bottle shop
like im on a catwalk
and i look down
and my dog-arse clothes
look just right just perfect 
creased up impeccable
and all the hatchback traffic
is right is proper
is clean and sweet as gta
and i cant talk
i dont think i can talk
if
i
open
my
mouth
there will be a panting wave of drool

so i swallow
i swallow and gurn
like i got hairballs
but i still feel like the best of kings
and i wonder how
i will ask
for the thousand hundred
marlboro lights
i
will
surely
need

but i dont worry
i cant worry
because i am the best of kings
each step is accelerated poetry
robot perfect and james dean cool
and
too
im
v ii b r aa t ii n g
like a tuning fork
like a buddhist
inside my streetside 
plastic zen

and a part of me
that never goes along
wonders if i get this high
as
a
solid
justifiable
irrefutable
excuse
to spend the next twelve hours

drinking myself
back down

from youtube

NIGHT AND DAY

night goes
where night goes
when
night
is
done

and day comes in
like a neighbour comes in
when
they
dont
NEED
anything
but 
TALK

UN-OSTRICH

ABSENCE

i've gone

i was good

and
i
hope
they talk about me sometimes
still

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