Sunday, 30 April 2017

(we are) wall ball material

naked like ankles
bit by geese
scraped on thorns
bloodshot
our eyes
behind caked makeup an
low-grade petroleum
products
our scars

salvage yards
smoke trails
pic'n'pull
highways
bits of plastic
bits of plaster
bits of glass

we are
wall ball material
circa 1973

our water
steady boiling
ona stove
poached eggs
double-breasted
back-stabbings
on front street

the boardwalk vanishes 
in the fog
in the cloud

gas consumption
tele vacation
the coffee
sure is bitter
around here

for now
you made a friend
i made a friend
my gosh

you can do that
you see
young runaway
you did