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? »

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 »