Daybreak
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PARANOIA
UNFULFILLED DREAMS ARE THE EMACIATED
PROVINCE OF THE MIND
MY INTEREST IN HEAVEN IS FAST SUBSIDING
EACH YEAR MORE CHARGES ARE RACKED UP
A COMMITTEE OF RANK STRANGERS AT THE BANK
OF ENGLAND HOLDS OUR FATE IN THE BALANCE
EVERYTHING IS A RACKET
CAN'T EVEN SLAM THE DOOR AGAINST INTERFERENCE
THE NEIGHBOUR'S CAT SLEEPS ON MY DOORMAT
OSCAR KNOWS WHICH SIDE HIS BREAD IS BUTTERED
BLACK FUR GREEN EYES SHARP CLAWS
SIGHT MORE FRIENDLY THAN HE USED TO BE
A TORCH BEAMING IN THE DARKNESS
HE TRIPS THE LIGHT FANTASTIC
SIMPLY BY PADDING 'ROUND THE BLOCK
OF THE ESTATE
'OSCAR TANGO COME IN THIS IS ALPHA
FOXTROT ROMEO'
A WILLINGNESS TO YIELD WILL ALWAYS
COUNT IN YOUR FAVOUR
John Clarke
EYE-SOUL (A SHUN)
It is respect that
this is all about
and a fit of disgust
helps you choke down the doubt
Living without the means of elation-
drug and sex filled isolation
Wind the clock round and
color outside the lines
because if you're visibly feeling
you’re invisibly blind
Thymn Chase
WHAT I SOMETIMES JUST THOUGHT I NEEDED
An accident happens where no one is there to see and correct and report. All day long it happens, and I spend half the day in damage and half the day in recovery. I sigh a lot but it doesn't matter. I crawl out and wash off. I put on a dress and my face and say hi. For hours the subcutaneous, the internal organs, and then how do I have time for the rest of the world? Hours of constant correction and recovery. Interestingly, this subcutaneous world is only the essential. This is not even a problem. If there ever was a problem it was only what I thought I needed sometimes. Part of me would run away from everything for what it was I thought I needed sometimes. I have never had it all, but I had some, some hotter summers. I remember when I had some, nights on end. Music at night and alcohol and drugs for dinner. That turns its own large wheel, a sweet golden yellow lens. The large wheel turns itself, I knew it, when I was with it and it was with me. But then, I can only remember those times now. And I was heartbroken because the golden light had left me so far behind. I was only with it once or twice. And then I would feel it coming and miss it repeatedly. Every single time. Something I could never get back, and I tried. I've been abandoned by that wheel. I was left behind long before I stopped trying. What felt like the beginnings in the yellow light were the one-and-onlys. I worked in the liquid and smoke for years with no wages. So I have come back, at last, to get used to the dark solidity of my nest and the details. It really feels sometimes as though I'm just as lost. I've had to learn little stupid things again. Plus: what is and what is not bad for the mood and culture of the guts.
Rielly Stares
Relic III
Lady K
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