OF GREYEST JURISDICTION

talking to myself
in my head at night
i stumble & lose 

every second word

the plans & the ideas

cool & crazy & bullshit

building there of mist 

bolt & dash & career 

away on sudden motorcycles
into

the
brain haze vanishing points 

of greyest jurisdiction

where the universal minds

sorting pools & pulleys & levers

select a more functional chancer 

to try on for size

HEAVEN IN A MORNING NUTSHELL

a slow piano song
with a hook just for you
comes from the postmans radio

& the sun comes out
you didnt expect that
mind on something else

& it casts ghost lines
out the vanishing points
of the bushes gentle spaces

& they flicker
like a movie laser
in the atmospheres dust & vapour

you only sat 

on a simple chair

by an open streetside window

& you didnt expect this

not this heaven 

here in a morning nutshell