of partly-decipherable writing
scattered on my desk
carparks in the sky
airparks underground
who owns what
who has money
who has not
insanity of property
[... immedicable* ...] rot
~
Of course there is no Now
just wisp of existence
a wavering suspension
between Ago and apprehension
~
riotous intersection
in the yellow world-weary wood...
a silver tie-pin-straight
sinatra way of doing good
in the expensive Hospice
of our civilisation
~
...hope's as thin as pus
despair's as thick as semen
majorities and silent mobs...
tasteful loinclothed crucifixion
(to hide Peter's botched attempt
at genital tattooing)
tortured euphemism
...we are still draping
gaping sexual wounds
~
When you forget routines
that are years and decades old,
your decline has progressed
from tentative to bold.
~
*a too-rare word
~ * ~
[dropped into the waste-paper basket,
my resolute friend, standing by my desk]
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