big town blues (ix)
pinocchio’s nose

the beer glass    horizontal
as though the guy’s
grown pinocchio’s nose

the drinking up
ship in a bottle

forget this
he likes the beer
in shattered colour
paranoid texture

a working man’s cut
and cap

a sky of rags
no storm
just bloody disturbed

the guy’s relaxed

i don’t get the oily footprints
running up the neck
blot on the temple

what kind of mechanic
does that