the truth

we’ve been thru
Double Speak the de-structuring
& vamp realism
in a trembling voice
a souplike confession
& youre dead
at the urinal
rolling a smoke with one hand
puffing pissing up against the chrome
coughing, pressing the flush
button
slowly smoking, washing
pissed on fingers
the truth is ugly ?
farting, flicking the roach
stepping to the ticket meter
slotting a few dollars
& buying Time
for realism & to be sure
to be sure
‘ziff Time was real
honoring a mad mystic
arrangement with 3am
some red Angels
& a fit full of chase
another smoke along the
boulevard
to Tennison Beach
on Bornmouth Avenue
Truth rushing
to be beached in weed
something afloat from Spain &
maybe France
‘ handle with care’
‘this way up’
‘ glass inside’
Double Speak the de-structuring
& vamp realism
in an attempt to
sell you out

puffing, pissing up against the chrome
coughing & pressing the flush
button
slowly smoking, washing
pissed on fingers
the truth is ugly ?

 

in flight

painted my eyes
the colour of a bird
in flight
painless & inviting
control
in this strange
cure for the Blues
i’ve never got
out of these
roller skates
the nights
were so lonely
that they crept
into my days
nobody knew
me
when Time stopped
i woke
in spit of an
awesome silence
painted my eyes
the colour of a bird
in flight
painless & inviting
control
in this strange
cure for the Blues
the Impatient One
knows not Time
that is Backward
ringing Ears Scream
like a distant rolling
rail road Engineer
out of Belair
at 4am