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SALAD DAY

SALAD DAY

I curl up
at the edges

nibble at
whatever stale salad
happens to be in the fridge

(which jokingly I designate
my Salieri salad)

these days
        no one to share a joke
with (on point, or
              off-colour)

no one to
profess to, moths devouring
my academic gown

no one
       ventures here
onto the farm to
   find me in my cave

my tiny
       cave

no visitors here, well,
not since Plato.

WATER MOCCASIN

WATER MOCCASIN

I waa thinking
of a dream poem
about a new
dream body

when all of a sudden
a mud-coloured water moccasin
broke through the surface
of my flow
    alerting me to
the inescapable nature of entropy
and the primeval structure
of my being

and here the skunk odours
of this approaching viper
alerted me
at once to the dingy, tawdry, drab
undercurrents
of all life

and so
    I sensed it best to put
all dream-minded thoughts
on hold, let
     them back burn for
the night

water mocassin gliding
effortlessly by
  not as ornery a reptile
as is
    the reputation.

BECAUSE BECAME

BECAUSE BECAME looks off the charts sharper and so much brighter in full extended spectrum of colours and booming panopolies of sound look closer, feel the width, check the texture decayed, deceased, delimited, disinclined frozen upon demand and so beneath the flash flesh colour paler shades lurk already haunting shadows at best of what was big screen Technicolor huge popcorn before essence of all that was before before became

MY FLAT COUNTRY

MY FLAT COUNTRY my flat country scrub divided by highway stretching further further Oh, the luxury of a small town with a library chance to drink coffee be philosophical mediocrity entropy won’t say they’re married but rented a room by the hour for much of the night and when it comes, when all stalls at risk of repeating myself Oh, what a night incomparable night

MARS HAS FALLEN

MARS HAS FALLEN

Mars has fallen

the missiles stand erect
casting lomg shadows
firing position

buf they have been like this
for well over a hundred years

if I had the art
then I could paint them
you might bet the picture
would be
pretty severe

but I am prole
what do I know
so are
we all
what
do we know

Mars has fallen
the machine is broken
all is entropy
final state between
the have
and the have not

nothing gets sown
so there are no parables

just the explosions that will come
that they cannot stop
the pressure built up
simple, obvious physics
I would have said if I knew
such
basic things

but I am prole, must always
flounder in darkness, taste
bitter ash
the storm gathering

the storm we are told
is pure propaganda
the deepest
of lies

but Mars has fallen
we can feel it, smell
if
energy has gone, lifeblood
is drained

someone has
done all the sums
it is the end of the line