work to a schedule?
bollocks micro increments
aren't really my style

in the job centre
with the hopeless and the mad
Hogarth carnival

nuts i missed my chore
i forgot my daily task
a haiku a day

the zombie spittle
snaps reckless hate, pursued
by the dream shadows

sun burn of the mind
intense itch inside my brain
scratching makes it worse

the rain in my dreams -
i listen to the drumming
change into legions

tennis poster girl
became a middle aged lady
pondering the light


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unravel a thread
to traverse the labyrinth -
tethered to the world

learning all the names
on the first day on placement -
actually quite chilled

feather in the breeze
swirling chaotically
fighting gravity

too much emotion
so gridlock inside the soul
scheduler load crunch

celestial sphere
we spin within, the pole dance
the burlesque of stars

the lunar surface
desolate seas and footprints
micro meteors

net disconnected
liberated and alone
the outside retreats

giving up my seat
I see the old lady smile
I have my reward

seeing the world anew
potter's wheel words spin lenses
darkly, clay my clay

the bay of rainbows
is the place i want to be
the luna refuge

my tambourine heart
I don't know where the path leads
darkness eats my eyes

i loathe you and yet
i will always love you, yet
you break my heart, but

my anxiety
I drown in it, bloated corpse,
the stench vomits forth

a drink in the day
the sun over the yard arm?
naughty, but fuck it

slide into a bath
of chemical muscle pop -
taut as a spring - gone

I hold the pillow
a monkey seeking comfort
At sea in my bed

it takes the edge off
sharp rigid razor dazzle
smoothed to a dappled light

roman republican coin
fighting the strong enemy
Fabian tactics

breathe in the shadows
absorb the darkness, the überwald
the listening, beckoning black

i don't fight for you
i don't fight with hope inside
suicide pain - fear
give me a cyanide pill
and I would go like the breeze

a steady drip drip
of work is not my strong point
my tao - walk and sleep

Bell Labs, Xerox PARC
The dream of the empty field
that's filled by blue sky

lost in the dark wood
i stumble and jangle my head -
the detritus mulch

the burning incense
the rolling and coiling smoke
the sandalwood scent