Working

Take your hands out of your pockets.
Pull in your ass, buddy,
And get to work.
This place is a toilet with stars.

pinball rings me up

Pinball rings continually, waiting for
The win that happens spontaneously.
Like the time in the middle of
The night, a bus
Stop cafeteria and won 56 games.
But the bus had to leave.

All the armor hooks get understood in a flourish, finally, the bell cascades,
The musical conclusion.
Like running a pool game.
Like the sudden alignment.
All the connections
Brighten, appear from nowhere,

Honesty begins the game.
The ball now is free.
Ringing
Whole, clear, understood,
All the balls in play.

Escaped

Escaped

I was in my kitchen

I heard a loud pop.

The blue light, it disappeared, 

Laying in

Bed an invisible

Hand touched my face.

Viewed

The twilight. 

Clouds of Blakean 

Men. Stars that stared.

The map is invisible.

Reclaim is pus filled.

Stuffed down.

The work is crooked;

Lit up from an

Ugly struggle.

Sour torture.

Yellow green,

Like a sucker punch, released the beast.

Becoming the immense tree,

Birds flying. Smiling at the

Red rose.