CHO-CHO

I'd love to get wasted

Get out of my head.

Not think disability

And this fucking bed.

For twenty years now

I've been a good little boy 

without a dummy tit or toy.

negative capability

floats my paper boat

verse writ pomes

blog Twitter moat.

 infantile mind no

games to play, the Cho

Cho train is not on my track

I look into the dark

blackhole poetry 

disability is my capability.

I STARE AT THE WORDS 

IN A MAGNIFIED GLARE 

THEY CAPITAL MOVE 

ON THE PAGE LIKE 

THE TRAINS COMING BACK 

THE LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL IS 

ON A WAR FOOTING 

A TANK NOT CALLED THOMAS

A RUSSIAN UK-RAIN U.S.

FAR FROM US.