ABOUT A TSHIRT

'daddys
 got his
 big boy
 knickers on'

rages the twisted dude in the awful film

but thats no matter

anyway as

i am absorbed
by this tshirt 

i dug out

from long ago & musty stasis

its on my lap now

& i finger its guts

it is hard-packed 

with drinking ghosts 

& smells of the silt

of an old depression

THEY MAKE A DOLL OF HIM

theyre making a doll of him

olive tshirt / army fleece 

little flaming bottle bombs

little dots of war-o-clock shadow

& empty ready fist-hook hands 

they made a doll of him

~

& all the stars 

come out to play

to pay 

to wave

to give passwords away

to the tired man

calling to the world

~

&

we make dolls of him

&

we might make a che of him

a meme team app industry of him

him & his 2000 mile glare-stare

~

we make dolls of him

fiddling with unkillable plastic

frozen in the looming gloam of nukes