This is like an online notebook, this stuff is not finished or often even started properly.

Gum On Your Soul (SIC) Part Two

The Chewing Gum Kid said it,
it's a like a bit of gum on the soul of your shoe
getting dirtier the further your walk
then the sole comes off altogether
not once but twice
it bookends the week in tableaus of drunken walks down cobblestones streets
the 2nd time
at Abstand
I saw the sole in the hand of the lead singer of a swedish hardcore band
he waves it like a dismembered hand in a bad joke
need a hand mate?
from where I was leaning, struggling to stand
the gum looked black
black and withered flattened by the pressure of all the days spent under the foot.

there it is

and then you find your tooth again
nestling where you left it in the curb
brassed in blood - still
bodge it back in
chewing gum gum
'you're just scared of yourself'
fuck the gurner's right
he's sweating the truth out of his orgasm face
there it is coming around the corner
a comfort blanket, a noose
you see you life in terms of loading screens
completion bars
another round,
veins ready to burst
vain and ready
ready in vain.