little ticker

all in jewels it ticks
quietly like a crossword
the occasional clue
mutters somehow across the
room and soon you learn
to turn with the style
of a reverent loon

inscriptions

inscriptions
depictions
inflictions
and additions
to the litany
of the welling
infection
medicine
and supposition
things you kept
to yourself
never telling
your family
things you hid
under your coat
as they took
over the malady
slippery down
wells
never fighting
progress

poster boy blues

bring in the broom
sweep away them
poster boy blues
the times that you
stray like a cat
in a alleyway
poster boy blues
the times you think
its fine when its
crap or in fact
you left out
the part when
the living room
went around the bend
poster body vomits
its nights before
and maintains its
looks with careful
application of face paint
poster boy blues
greens and reds
and flourishes of white
shirts and pants
modelled through every
deep night

left foot

Hope you don't mind
if I take the time
to say good bye to
my left foot

It not due to hatred
or foul language
or even odor
its not a bad
foot either

It is just it
never does what it
has been told
no matter now carefully
its said

No the left foot has to go,
its done its dash and so I throw
it out into the trash
and the sole escapes
as it flies through the air

filming the wars

light flickery moments recording
books you found at the library
the behind the camera not famous
she was a better photograph
and nothing else mattered
except to the photographer
who was proud to have met the celebrity knew him
all that

while the mysterious
wandering eyeball
glass silver revealing girls
and background glad for
the attention in focus
some people
were rushing about recording
history for the parents that ignored them
but celebrated Bergman
all that

heartless creatures attending plays
seated in the stalls
where the theatre was experience
comfort an after thought
held by impressions of eager
fogotten mystics
calling at the sun
shine the ocres that spread
over the scenes
all that

stuff that pour into senses
wide open and accepting
the perception as fiction
moulding itself to the tune
talking about failures to see
interest on the hard won war
the far test of resolve
the winter of limbs
meeting swords
the harshest blades
wielded by screaming slaves
cutting their way out
of the belly of commercial
cost analysis the pathway out of noise
the wending river of wellness
the working weeks went east
and we dined upon the seats
around the table this feast

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