HOT INSTANT PASSES

full and bursting with blinding frustration

of

a

low

paid

job

of

nothing/lacks even adequate thanks.

dirt always on my knees/cuts across my fingers.

full with the impotence of the love-mist fuck around.

the

walls

and

the glass/i shout only at me.

alone some more/dont know what i want.

outside

it

smells

of

summers

blue red

horizons

but the cold edge of crazy wind blows darkness inside.

clarity is a long way off today.