the effluent hour

i yearn for quiet moments by friday it’s unbearable echoing and pointless in time i’ll return to orbit far from here far from voices but close to love. »

deep seat

dead evening swells darkness hits i make my way home red light impatient cars a sudden weariness overcomes “you seemed happier yesterday?” she asks “we have two days off!” but how do you explain the feeling of the grinding inevitable? »

chromium

the hoddle street lifeline stretches out beyond my arm i nod absently to the driver and try to find a seat where his radio is less annoying before long the headphones go on and it’s boris (on mine) versus the human league (on his) “don’t you want me?” set against flood maybe i shoulda had feedbacker instead and it woulda been vrrrrrrmmmmmrrrrrrr as the “B” lights up and we’re first out the gate »

i had a little (gravy) boat

i dreamt of those individual microwaveable puddings that come in pairs with the foil top i found them while rummaging somewhere in the house “hey” i asked my wife “do you want one?” later i began to find leftover dinners peas, gravy and all congealed on the plate we were cheerful as we cleaned it all up. i awoke to find I’d overslept by about two hours and a house full of »