ENTROPY BEIGE

the
urge
itch

& need
to make something be here

that wasnt here before

is unexplainable

to anyone

who never looks at the sky

~

i makes a mess on another canvas
in the morning breeze & sun
scraping the thick colours around

& covering up again
the layers of form

& the layers of chaos

into a thick 

smear & pebbling
of summer bugs & entropy beige

IT SHOULD BE IN A MUSEUM

he goes down the steps

& she rushes to follow
& he stops on the steps
& it catches her out
& she goes back up the steps

as he starts down again

catching her out again

& they both stop 

& she lifts his hat brim
& he is preoccupied

& she projects fun

& he acquiesces 
& with his hands 

still in his pockets

he sticks out an elbow
for her to loop her arm inside

& together & in tune

for now at least at last 

they go for a drink

in washington dc 1936

shia lebouf 

nine months away

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colours

make preparations

be still

with limited supply
  decrease demand

free then deploy
  nanbots

be me more

water . . .

  a deity ?

smile in the mist

SHORT TERM FORECAST OK FOR NOW

without glasses
i attempt 

to divine
our fortunes
in the blur
of the hallway

coatrack

i see 

a gentle disorder

of earth shades  

smudged

&

edged 

with 
vibrating

sunlight gold

LINK BY LINK BY LOU REED BY THE SEA

i know
these halfpenny seconds
are
a chain
a chain
a chain

but / and / or

a software hologram
of a kitchen sink
in the quantum realm

~

wasted & drained 
i love & fear

that place
where the sea
does that thing

& nails itself
to the sky

~

i hear
lou reed 
sing stories

and i am . . . something

undone / made up 
loosened / rebuilt 

some kind of something
cos
lou reed
sang stories

~

link by 
link by 
link by 
link

attenborough voice over
anchors me
under white clouds-

kings 
above my pauper

& the sea
does that thing

& nails itself
to the sky

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BED POP

SECOND STORY SMOKE-FREE RENTAL

dawns an 
ambiguous colour
like a dishrag
hanging in front
of a 
three bar fire

it touches 
a long black 
night away

in the street
someone 
in their 
dressing gown
rushes clutching 
thick mail
and
someone rolls 
a heavy suitcase 
baby-thudding
over orange 
block-paving
and
others wear 
white earphones
and tug 
at zips 
on hooded coats 
and rummage
in shoulder-slung bags

i'm blowing smoke 
out an open window

second story 
smoke-free rental

no
one
looks
up

a wagon suitcase from designformankind