ALL THE PRESSING OF THE KEYS

its tough sometimes
to not get whimsical here

a rouse of wings 

dreaming in the midnight blossom

dont mean to - 

should be all rocks

like gabbro or basalt

or 

the slow inevitable finality

of a precise concrete pour

lines you can park a digger on
once theyve settled

& also i leave in a typo or two
stockade edifices to humdrum impurity

& cos of all the effort
i cant be bothered with
with all the pressing of the keys

BLUEBIRD BONES REDUX

every typo

is a

town in wales

& theres

a monster

in my chest

playing hectic percussion

on the bluebird bones

blackmailing

the

sunlit uplands

where

the

hibernating mammals

hijacked my slumber

~

well the room is there

like a flat tires

rhythmic exhaling

& death is there

its back pages

condensed & lucent

in

a

twelve minute

drive thru

crematorium

&

the thin smoke of bones

is

forgetting itself

&

dissolving in glyphs

up there

in the grey bluebird sky

pic from reddit

HEAVENS GATE

    if
    i
    knew
    where 
    heavens gate was

    i would rattle on it
    till cerberus came running

    & god called
    the police
    on me

BLUEBIRD BONES

every typo 
is a 
town in wales

& theres 
a monster
in my chest

playing hectic percussion
on the bluebird bones

from printsvariete www.etsy.com

PICASA MADRIGALS, OTHER IMMORTALS & MACHINES

1.

spin of the sprinkler

has

mesmerising majesty

i list

other immortals

in

my

phones

note

app

2.

people

over machines

cos

im a person too

remember

mice rule the garage

after spider abdication

SICK OF IT