posted on August 2, 2018 at 9:43 pm


how stupid I look at 4 am when the light comes on in my dream

a hand touches my eyes to stop me seeing

a winged creature seems to leave the room

disapproving mirror swirling like a silvered sea

how abruptly and subtly it confronts me

a shunt for my girls spines

and all the uncollected fines

signs of earlier civilisations lately vanished

crooked wicked blinded deafened

struggle to recognise the eyes misprinted in typeface

ink pours outta a printers mouth

my brushes and my crayons

lay on a lushes ray on a ruin

the Demi gods tower: lemme get back t’ya in an hour

the marble hall of Jupiter: loop it a bit better

make it wetter

better get a sweater

Juno she is Hera

accepts anything as an offering



One Response to “day aside”

  1. avatar
    knot | 16 November 2018 at 9:35 am #

    made Moon maiden

    remember when we had that big fight
    and I threw down my paintbrush
    and moved to the moon?

    you said it couldn’t be done
    and where’s you get your ticket from?

    I refused to answer you, Slick
    as your secret made me sick.

    I was mad about the stuff I couldn’t carry
    cobalt bowl, cat, dog, fish
    when gravity unleashed and drew me in.

    I threw out the medication
    practiced insubstantial apparition
    dedicated isolation
    chin up and turned up nose in the oxygen depleted air
    high is the way we wear our hair
    I took my shots and U/v meditations

    you asked if I could move time
    read lips, read signs
    you swore you loved me, brother
    is that an opinion or fact?
    We made an impossible Jedi pact

    raking in the moon garden gin
    large leaves whole
    lunar moths small
    flowers dance and die
    though entropy can not dissolve a meritorious supply.

    thank you for your patience. we have been experiencing technical difficulties.

    When I get back my time machine
    from the fractal coils
    I’ve a thing or two to say to you.

    Only took 46 thousand years
    numerous stone tools and a figure of Venus,
    An ideal I’m shackled to.


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