TEFLON DUMP

 

i
am
sad
about
sickness & death
& i miss my friend

said the writer
in
a
plain language jag

clean as a teflon dump

& no blooms or buds needed 

on the darkness branches

to ratify & beautify 

her inevitable fall of bones

 

A HUMAN POP - MYSTERY IN THE DRS HANDS . . .

teflon
in
the
corrosion mill

gortex 
in
the rain

heart fed big
for
the
compassion drought

shutters up
for the pain

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RUN LIKE GUMP - A TV POP

parker / walker 
hunter 101
downtime hardfiled

jack bauer
247
i saw him sit down ONCE
CTU drugs for lunch

marty byrde
500 mil
hes all in - ALL IN

tugged into the teflon flow

getting it done
getting it ALL done

tick check double tick

whats next ?

no roses 
were ever 
smelt less

~

the above 
live a hard algorithm 
ballet light & death strong

destiny is expiry 
in 
one misstep overdrive

grand escapes irrelevant 
but backburner hot

~

i am more lieutenant dan

when
i
want
to
be
run run running

like
gump

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YESTERDAYS EDITS

when 
i 
was 
solidstate & sarcastic
going faster miles an hour
i
was
a
streetside clothes horse
rapping elastic
in the mojo midnight
unsane
up
the
rec ground
climbing frame

harebrained in denim and nowhere free

~

& when i was a teflon pan

i was an echo chamber 

of feedback & warehouse labour

filtered 

with 

hearsay

from thirty years away

denying

the

frying

inside

~

& when i shorted out

out of the simmer pot

& into the blue stove flames

i

became

a

flagellating phoenix

combing for codeine

in the dead gold drift wood

on

the

kitchen granite causeway

& i asked for oxy

in the new wave vault

for

all

the

ultra waves

from out the catchup tv

~

& now im an open book
with a split & busted spine

i
am
all 
water stained & edged with brown
with dried up 
slo-mo go-go glands

playing canute in the bathtub
with a heel in the plughole
medicated right-side-up
&
john woo shootout slow

my index awol
& anyway
its written
in 
hanging chad braille

from pinterest

MORE TURD

good morning mrs poem

what do you have for me today ?

a
turd
pop ?

again ?

about 
how
all
the 
teflon depth charges are named mark

and 
how
i talk about him
like he was a son

and
how
that
yellow
paste

gets no name at all ?

done

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