OF GREYEST JURISDICTION

talking to myself
in my head at night
i stumble & lose 

every second word

the plans & the ideas

cool & crazy & bullshit

building there of mist 

bolt & dash & career 

away on sudden motorcycles
into

the
brain haze vanishing points 

of greyest jurisdiction

where the universal minds

sorting pools & pulleys & levers

select a more functional chancer 

to try on for size

BALLAD OF A CURTAIN TWITCHER, THEY VANISH WHEN OBSERVED

  when 

  theres 

  laughing
& theres talking
& its getting closer
& its getting louder
& youre looking 

& youre peeping
& youre watching 

& youre peering
  out the window 

  into the street

  but theres silence

  no one is there

SHOTGUN MORNING

wired & tired 

on 

the
tablecloth starting blocks

empty starting gun goes 

      CLICK

morning coffee shouts 

    GO GO GO

it must be talking
to someone else


~

  because 

something drew a circle around me

i hear shotguns in the distance
& drink the sunshine on the bed

  because
something drew a line around me

&

i

feel

machines on the breeze

of 

the revolutionary dead

from circle line art school youtube.com

DOOR TO THE FUTURE

when 
youre walking
&
youre talking
&
your voice
goes different

like an echo
like a tomb

like 
some great distance 
has gatecrashed in

&
you sound like someone else
for a long weird moment

but
you just walked
into
a bathroom . . .

thats all
thats all ?

& you sound deeper
& you sound flatter

the tile ?

& then the mirror there
its 
growing you
an 
older mans belly
&
dragging
a
lazy hobo beard

like a child would draw

from
out
your
root vegetable chin

door to the future

i realise

of
the
humble bathroom doorway

door to the future

&
carefully 
i dont look anywhere

& do
what i came
to do

from mccluremccabins.wordpress.com

THAT LAUGH

come get me
says the day
in latin

i take a deep breath 
i nod ok yes ok 

but 
glance 
behind 
me

like you do you know

&
realise
its 
not 
talking to me

& then i hear that laugh

from cafepress.com

REEL WERD

the ragged edges
like we all really talk
and that

then, like, yes no, you know - false starts and that

like we all really talk
innit

half sentences only start
abandoned to eyebrows and hands

open ends
we silently fill with common assumption