new poems.. like new leaves on trees soon to be felled. the darkness the darkness.. what is the simplest path now? the straightest path leads into emptiness ..
the vast gasp of new verbiage heaping onto blogs, spilling from pages into vacant minds, pictures pouring into eyes.
the heart like a tickertape machine, printing painful and bloody sermons.
the great mind.. seething.. unseeing but knowing.. everything. it is coming soon.. soon.
happy happy sitting with an empty mind.. i hold my friends close to me.. i am the author of another old salty fish hanging on a sea breeze bleached post.
miraculous mercury – come to me – errors accumulate like grime in a filter. a pocket calculator quietly adding.
better not to write. always better not. to write.
argues “myself in my head. with myself” “in my head” into bbq sauce, the black tar of neutrinos, untrapped, free to radicalise.
Scene 1: he flings his cape about himself and dissolves into smoke. or maggots. or yellow leaches. something. the smell of warm blood, or gearbox oil. it is hard to tell.
vacant lot. vacant car park. that one piece of gravel with a white paint mark, loose, lost and unfitting.
the cat. oh the unendurable misery of the cat!