THAT AUTUMN THAT BREAKDOWN

  i felt the earth turning then
 when time  attacked  before dawn

    i  trod carefully
      in strobe lights
   on somethings edge 
        and
       fell
   down the day
       into 
         a
 peaceless knotted 3 am night

   i had no continuity 
       there  were
 strangers in the mirror

   it was a release  long coming
  antique pressure 
           mushrooming     
            in
           the
          golden
      ziggy   stardust
           leaves

  and my monday morning therapy
      was a  me  hour
       after
       the
     tears
        dried
       in  a
 winter low  white wine  sun

from lessprit.deviantart.com

LAST DRINK

me
who
called
out
WHISKY IS KING and GIN FOR PM
all
in
deadly seriousness
signed
out
on
a
night
of
white wine spritzers
for
christs sake

their weird sweet buzz 
mocked
my
crumbling netherworld
and 
that first dry evening
was
righteous
but
wrong
and
long and empty as anything can be

from iws-fla.com

SOME QUESTIONS

sober
is
its
own
mad high / my thorazine voice echoes 
flat
raw
unmixed unbonus track - thru smoke / always smoke
on
the
fuckstreets of nowhere 21C

straight and unfiltered - the noise is quiet 
distant
subdued
still lurid / bold but dulled

i ask who painted flowers that technicolor hangover shade ?

and
the
guy
from work in the high street / Down Town Fucktown 7 pm
holding
white
wine - my comedown booze / who made him go to Spain
and
coloured 
him 
brown ?
and 
who strapped that epic gut on the beast ?

 from thedish.plated.com