Friday 31 March 2017




Silver ghosts
float in on the angry word
stumble rushing to inform the violence

 benevolent priest in funeral garb  
says 
ARE YOU JOKING?
FAT FINGERS FLAILING as the soil pours in

Just ignore
it 
will go away
that’s it now                    
                                         back her up right there. 

Find a parking space for those grinding gears 

                    please !  No more gnashing of teeth you brutes !
honestly  I would not advise you to take these but they might help

more slurping more nothing talk crouch and grunt intimacy displayed in large format
overtones , the whip and slap of sparring
slurp
smoke
pin your heart’s desire on great slab of NOTHING
well done now you’re learning, don’t worry it will all be over soon.
Close your eyes feel the mandalas on the breeze that’s right
Lets undo your tiny fragile tattooed hands while you mumble savage nothingness to your hearts desire
Today the world seems less real than yesterday, will this carry on tomorrow?

Thoughts brim over like the arriving light from a million year old star

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