big town blues (i) ::
my grey is a coat

i’ve been acting the stuff
for thirty year
it’s an effective role
it satisfies my personality’s underwear

but the shirt’s been unhappy for decades
all that evidence of breakfast

and there’s no style in it
the oil
as manly as proof of machinery is

so i’m wondering
is it worth the stress
of a year’s disjointing habit
to break the typecast
give myself a dozen styles
more masks of cloth and act

i could do camp
the antithesis of gruff
i can do english bland
i fancy effete

but really
i need to address the base
my skin wears the style of a broken yak
my teeth are an earthquake of gravestones

i need more than strain remover
more than a six day superwash

my strength is grey age
a tool for spinning wisdom
immense immaturity
a portrait of experience

my grey is a coat
of many eyes

poem

2K7:9

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big town blues (i)
that was this morning
my grey is a coat
bikini hotel
up the kriek
dinxle
small empire of life
lobby watch
that is you luxembourgers’ fault

big town blues (ii)
degraded stress
since the day is wasted
the conversatiee
veer horizon
pupate
sea picture
it’s process
the vibrate




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