MOVIE GARDEN PM
steel planes scratch straight white flames over the sky.
placing the coffee cup on a chair I pull the chair nearer
out here in castle grounds the quiet of mowers and the fence kids loud cries of fun and quick horror
The Sun Is Hot.
pages flare with nuclear glare and when the clock says
5 or 6 or 7 or 8 I will drink something harder.
lonely and empty things riot on the borders of plastic zen.
quiet finger-winds blow on yellow brick outside.
this forms an ambient movie I call
stare at the phone ringing like a fool in a movie
I call Black And White Coda.
ACCIDENT IN THE HOME
hammers from hard ground going at it in my head.
of howling dogs today.
whisky hangover again I never learn.
near gone gin bottle falling off the fridge
left index toe.
then open some wine
work in a hospital eye always out for a compassionate and giving nurse
but even all the rough and large ones have dull and bald men
them off in the morning.