Howling along the borders

When you're too far away from where you need to be a good howl can ease the burden...

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ELONGATED LIKE FRIDAY

This is elongated like a promise
Where I can’t be found
Or like an answer on Friday
Where I interviewed for a higher placement,
But I lost today too much to stand,
And now I write here
All I’m caught to be appreciated
Or all I am to go charging to change,
But I wish I’d called my blind brother
In the long ago
Such a blackberry
Elected to be a headache in the mines so deep,
And yes I am quite sure this place is without a keep,
And really I am happy
I helped out after the food line
In the centre
Where I cycled to plumb it to be free,
And OK that’s great,
Make sure you do it,
Back to me now to do it in
The time is now without any anxious headaches
I will make it change into the elongated
With my sweat and phone no one
Because if you get that far you get it all,
And don’t forget to charge the batteries.
But now the mind boggles
So I will take a back street crawl
Out of here
To pump the night
Until coffee time comes once again

HOWLING ALONG THE BORDERS

The safety net has broken
As I howl big buckets of blue murder
Along the borders
Of all I would dispose
With too many days to leave
Or none at all in my life,
Perhaps to go now in the howling;
I would go soon
To that bench in the park,
Hen pecked all the way.
Will you leave me this here
Where I can’t cry upon this disappointment,
Where all I can’t have screams at me
Some life-share that does not carry over
In the long moments;
I would rather sleep on a bench
Beside the moon
With you beside me
Than have to go through all of this.
Bending this with my tired face
I sway here beside me
To find somewhere else
I will go then,
Away from this bed of broken
Where I sleep too alone,
Shedding all I know
Along the avenue of destruction
To make my way into the unknown
With a pasty and a bottle of water
To escape the frightened self,
Some schism of the unknown,
But I am my own here,
Thankless and in pain,
Wandering for direction
And she would be my heart
If I could ever find her

MOON THOUGHTS

It is long gone past the time I should be moving
Past this place that I should be moving from,
So see me here where the moon is driven
As deep as I live;
I would drink it all and not spill any on the floor
And fall about the place more than I can dance,
Rather lie in the here and now
The wide depth of me
Help anyone?
I’m on my own pulling all I own
On small wheels into the darkness
To find a place to sleep;
Party this on Friday night
Where the body turns in pain
Under the many stars to know
I am alive.
I would fill up this space with the huge moon thoughts,
But in the dark they fall unseen
All around me
And spill into my shoes for the next day
Where I find I am full
Of those moon thoughts falling into me
And sway.

RADICAL MUSIC

Rascals and radicals slapping on the monkey juice,
Weirdo’s feeling well at home to get you started,
The Russian goldfish is out of the bowl
And well shouted, unbelievable, awesome,
In the street leaving money everywhere
As bad as a sparrow on mesquite,
Banging a drum hip-hop style,
Socializing in the bad revolution,
Come and get it, solid,
Trolling, football, 3 minutes to go to growl: roar!
The main strike was slippery dodgem to go boys.
Let us go through the atomic doors then,
Vernacular without reason
A susurrus of stairs, a rise to the occasion
To surge into this place like the army
Another place taken
Another place fallen
And grunge dips deep in the night
The radical song tight to tip,
Far from the rich and their mannequins
Now dips into the past
Where they said one came to make a difference,
But what of the other ones
In their radical music
And what now

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