AVERGAE JOE ACTION

the precincts hubbub

is meat & mandibles

is language & smells

is hold-out smokers

& tiered veg displays

is hatchbacks & totes 

& a morse pinging throb

of average joe action

there i am / feel / seem

exposed & towering 

like an actor

on a billboard

faded & dried & split by rain & sun 

& tagged  

in that font 

that pops 

with bubblegum highlights 

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

DREAMFLUB & FRAGPOPS

i dreamed

we buy a red balloon together
& we let it go together

up & away & small 

into the sky & morning

of central parks
new bloom spring

~

well

always

i

am
looking for
a name for it

for whats lost
to reclaim it
whatever it was

DISHCLOTH RHYME

& all the damaged people
& all the ravaged people

  their 
praying knuckles
build a payday steeple

  they 
hold together
with duct tape
with gypsy heather

  their 
blind scars hear 
incoming weather

   hung  out  to  dry
dishcloth dirty & unkillable

      under 
       the 
   budget airline
      scrimshaw sky

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4th ANNIVERSARY BLOGGER 6 - SIMON CRUMP

Cheers

by

Simon Crump

 

And he always thought about her before he slept.
And he always sent her a message.
‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’
Sometimes she did and sometimes she didn’t.
Sometimes he would cry himself to sleep.
And in his dreams they were always together and always, always kissing each other.
And in her dreams they were not always together and always, always kissing each other.
And sometimes in her dreams, she was kissing somebody else.

‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
And.
And.
Always.
Always.

‘Send me a kiss before you sleep.’

 from thewritersnote.wordpress.com