All the heat gone

Frayed tarmac in 4pm February sun and

furtive moss clusters be gone

neon tube hiss           

              shrugged off antennae

Now all the oddbod crocus fingers creak

a yellow stepladder floats from his big arm

So bird lime at the edges of the wired glass

            history cakes  
   and blisters and 
                       half hid 

        stains on the waterbed too

No magic vestiges

                      even in felt tip flowers and leaves

                Quiet is an hour or so hung up for afters

before hometime hands say

Ladywood Moon Face

Moon face wet air glitches

It is a moon

Another idiot quest

laughter messing with the pivot

What are the breadcrumbs for?

Orange socks and bad breath

Your everything is ashes

blown chances

god of whatevs

Everything is everything yeah

Piss to phosphorous

passing for light

a curve or a line bent

Stage left: he leans in

all anger

Pink plastic gerbera

keep dust here

Sickness for mouth to hand

drop

let

as the words came out

a soup of intentions

occasional juridical blisters

in speech

Why are you talking about serenity now?

Everyone a gadfly

Puffed up with sleek haunches

Web of guesses steadies

as the evening

Who would of thought

we were a family?

Common

Here, (HA!) breath comes

Earth arc plain 
in pool

Arc broke

Beasts err

We be burdens burdens’ glow

A now ohs forhowever

Ah! 
long gone

There are flowers

NO you don’t know

a THING

The Park at 5

This brown inflatable cross gone bent with mucky heat

Of the ghost train’s cackle 
of skull in bad paintjob peeling

Machine beast beats

all brassneck pneuma fuckery 

Pedalo swans circle slow unmagical invented pool

When all is said and done all is said and done

picture ink shtick reçue
Is there any sort in the world with no tattoo?