SPIES

at night i stretch out

like a corpse on acid

in the great shadow blocks 

of an expressive & eclectic dark

waiting for dawn to arrive

pocket sized

yellow & blue

~

&

i am hiding with the spies

in the back streets of venice
& 

i am hiding with the spies
in the books i hear too

CONSTRUCT OF A SPRING

dont know
what flavour
the fragrance is
in the hallways
plug in air freshener

its coming out all magical

in lunchtime yellow sunlight

& in navy blue dusk

under the row of our warm coats

but
its
making
me soft & nostalgic
for some 

composite construct 

of a spring

thats immediate

pushing perfect

& hanging there

over the trainers on the mat

for the wishful grabbing

FAIL TO RAGE, FRAGPOPS

our words 

tool meanings

been wrenched

agenda heavy
into blaming 

yellow rags

~

we owe it all

to topsoil 

& precipitation

& we have failed to rage
at the paving of it all

plastic

collecting

in our

bystander 

balls

VERY FABRIC OF NIGHT

the summer leaves
are small & curved

as if to give

& they tumble down

yellow

onto the lawn of plums

~

theres a green bug
on my black shirt 

& i wonder 

if he thinks
he is hurrying 

amazed

over the very fabric of night

FLOWER GAGA

their weak colours
trying to pop
under the colourless sky

the pale daffodils
all face west
& into the rain

they exhibit
the dumb bluntness
of brainwash

& the faded appearance
of sweatshop knockoffs

weak unbranded dye

there is one tho
stood shorter
& rude with yellow

& i feel like . . .

. . . i feel like 
i should rescue it

yes

i will do that now

SOFT FIST SCHEDULE

& winters
iron back
is broken
by
the
soft fist schedule
of
springs bulbs & buds

~

a double daffodil
much more yellow
than its ivory fellows
is alone in facing
to the east

QUID PRO QUO STATUS CHAOS

 

his gold wheelgun
lost its yellow
in
the
flat
blast
of texas noon

~

hells here

quid pro quo 

status chaos

everyone - whet your scythe

AUTUMN ANATOMY - GUTTER CLOTS OF NEVERMIND

its static fire
&
earth-tone rainbow

its crisp orange
&
ruby picasso

form 
gutter clots
of nevermind

~

its impossible yellows
have
a
sternness to throw away

&
its valuable contacts
are a basic concern

~

fresh
flesh
dew 
embalmed

form
gutter clots 
of nevermind

decorating 
in cocky blank statement

~

its art - earth installed

&
it covers the plastic litter

uv'd as brittle 
as carehome bones

with
gutter clots
of nevermind

MORE TURD

good morning mrs poem

what do you have for me today ?

a
turd
pop ?

again ?

about 
how
all
the 
teflon depth charges are named mark

and 
how
i talk about him
like he was a son

and
how
that
yellow
paste

gets no name at all ?

done

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