Spat upon the shore 

 

Another decade

 

Hot lakes of work, buggy trails, tears

 

Dark TV winters homely warmth

 

Gleeful fat fizzle

 

Two toes pointing skyward

 

Oblivion is our favourite show

 

The bottle drinks itself

 

Pram feelings stone the serial landscape

 

On obliging pavements we race

 

To the super market 

 

Humid stages of a scratchy world plan

 

Leaf mulch slippery under foot

 

The crying crayons are under-used

 

Stretching out in flight path ecstasy

 

Friends come around with wine 

 

Perform dark arts with fatty acids and emulsifiers

 

Cracked youth hang like wasted moths

 

Suspended in gothic draperies of debt and despair

 

You aloof and grimy scream I told you so

 

First the kneecaps go then the eyes explode

 

Keep crawling into language

 

Take a selfie

 

Try to know everything.