AFTER CLOCK-OUT

after clock-out
i wash up at the bungalow like a beached whale
coffee on the stove, i make a list
of
all
the
simple
things
i should be able to remember

DONT NAP YET i write and PLAY MUSIC

and
POETRY

WHY NOT PLANT FLOWERS THERE

the young man died on a sunny summer evening
walking home
on a 60mph hospital back lane

the flowers are browning in rain filled plastic
the framed picture warps like waves 
and
a fresh bouquet is wrapped in a skull and crossbones scarf
at the spot 
on the untrimmed verge
where
theres a short cut across the ditch from MHU

the smokers and security still talk about it 
vicariously
and
undecided
who 
he 
was

GARDEN PAST

the boy bouncing the tennis ball
off the bungalow apex
got tired of chasing it roll down the lawn
and
nervous of hitting some imagined precious thing
he
replaced its brand-less turf in the wooden clothes peg box

he swings on a rusting flaking white pole on the old porch 
the kitchen door is long bricked up
and
the concrete steps still there
go nowhere now

he 
thinks
the dead porch
should be much much more exciting
that
it
is

so slowly he goes back inside

WRITING

ONE SENTENCE IN . . .

BLACK DOG GUTS

discharged myself early from the last talk therapy

tired 
of talking 

man always in the same jumper sinking into his cheap chair

not many sessions left to go . . .
and 
tho i have these moments
moments 
when i am serious as the cold war doomsday clock
or 
when an emptiness like an epoch arrives in a sunny garden evening and 
wipes everything away like a bulldozer in a battlezone
i 
have fallen free of the black dogs guts
and
tho 
his huge shadow blocks out light sometimes
enough glow gets by 
to know theres more
and
he's
dragging his bad smells and disease to hell
alone
now

DINOSAUR

DAB BOTTLE

KITCHEN SUNDAY PM, TIDIED

READING PILE

READING PILE FOR WHEN I STEP AWAY
FROM THE CRIME PULP ANTHOLOGIES

AS I SAID TO THE JUDGE . . .

sometimes theres a looseness
in the mornings

like the clocks
are unteethered

and it could be anywhere and at anytime
like
an
eternal
classroom
forever

and i MUST hold on tight to someone
so
i
dont
fall
off the world

DIRTY LAUNDRY

DIRTY LAUNDRY ON THE FLOOR, THIS AFTERNOON

SNACK DELAY

i check my phones red light to see if its blinking
and new message symbol to see if its that happy yellow
then
i check my outlook email for the unread bold font

then i check my phone again

then i google paris artists hangouts and book shops
bra's
eating out in leigh on sea
macro photo hints
and
b&w nudes in google images

i have a coffee
i have a smoke

i am at work
and
putting
off
food

THING FROM THE CUPBOARD 3