jupitersterrain four

globules of emotion 
and stuff n he says quick use your finger 



n you're sitting somewhere like glued 
to the spot you know transfixed 

n cellars 
exploding and stuff 
and all this gunk coming out 

and shit you got work the next day 





11.30am 

i woke up 
with one of those aftermath 
things thinking about the Upanishads 


i am so fried im gonna die ... covered
in cuts n bruises n my fingers 
seized up ... 

a parrot 
was talking 
to a lion ... stay away 
music ... n i am sludge ...