Saturday 31 May 2014

OUT OF TIME



in a 
mall macdonalds
there was
a sweet 
old man
completely
bewildered
when he 
found out
there was no cutlery

his wife
was clutching
the handle
of a 
wheeled trolley
probably stuffed
with used 
twenties

they stared at the plastic trays and didnt know what to do

around them
caesarean pramfaces 
thumbed smartphones
and i 
subdued another
hangover with
coffee and grease




from onlinesterling.com

Friday 30 May 2014

WANTED WANTLINGS TANGERINE


disclaimer and notes;
gun not real, man not actual size, thumb pose accurate, book classy, free mag freeing

photo by Mango-Tango Monkey-Pyjamas

Thursday 29 May 2014

FUCKTOWNS !



black alert 
portacabin 
hospitals 
process
fallout
from
poundland 
fucktowns 
of 
arson lowrises
and 
alley attacks
and
barcadi girl fights  
built on
bargain rubble
of
loved and left 
allotment gardens 
and 
post war 
retirement bungalows
of
crawling trellis
and
cobweb benches
and 
singing wind-chimes 
the 
grandkids made
from
school
string
and
lunch meat
tin

and
even
the
macdonalds and kfc's leave





from jordylakiere.deviantart.com

Wednesday 28 May 2014

UNSUBTLE DISTRACTIONS




sports news 
flat-screens 
in happy hour 
boozers 
build up 
and 
tear down 
their lame gods
and 
bottle shops 
sell scratch cards
from the
plastic trays 
of two quid 
dreams

soon youll 
live like 
an airbrushed sitcom 
or a reality drama

look out the
window
people

before the
sun 
goes 
down 
forever



from kcconfidential.com



PUSH 11


disclaimer and clarification; 
gun not real, 
man not a soldier, 
thumbs up is genuine, 
magazine is fine

Tuesday 27 May 2014

OLD PEOPLE !



old people !

forget
the paper-book banks and scrubbed step terraces

you 
remember
them
like they were Trumpton 

your
progress
bulldozed them to asbestos dust 
for
Morrisons Motherships 
and
orange-brick hutches 
with
stinky muddy
estuary views

and anyway was it all that great back then ?

looking behind helps us feel superior
but
who
knows
whats
coming next ?

and
anyway
how about the now ?



romford head post office from postalheritage.wordpress




Monday 26 May 2014

LOAD THE GUNS


photo by Mango-Tango Monkey-Pyjamas

NEVER WAS AND ISNT NOW



high street sepia-dreams 
like
Heartbeat
like
Open All Hours
like
the world that never was that was all better of course
fell
to 
Sprawl Malls and Retail Adventures

we
use
them
but 
with superior distaste

and
all
the
parks are flat and grey
and
planted
with
hatchbacks of bland innovation

any 
green 
is 

golf course soon



www.huffingtonpost/bbc


Saturday 24 May 2014

SHOW YOUR WORKING 2



theres crevasses or canyons / something like that / a gash in the earth / a metaphor for bad times 
and
the rock walls are painted by children

maybe not a canyon / maybe a small suburban deadend / heavy with jubilee and thick with sunshine / thats sepia and old 
and 
happy-sad

the children have painted failure
and
awful 
hopeless future doom on the garage doors

theres a snake in the canyon / in the cul-de-sac / long and pulsing like an angry thing / he surges from the manhole the older kids would lift up and climb down
before
all
the parents
drove
new Fords
back
from
their offices for supper / crumpets / and Dr Who

hes another metaphor / for journeys ? or primal spinebrain ?
or
the
silent
companion - death / ignored till we're shrivelled like prunes / weak as kittens and ready / misty with memories
all
todays
bewildering
and
the
same

anyway
ive
saddled
his
back - hes patterned in the colours of a 70s hallway carpet
and
we
move
into
the park / empty and stale / long grass touches my knees / teenagers smoke on the climbing frame / its almost noon / dead time / sun almost directly above 
so
theres almost
no
shadows
at
all

my brain is boiled / is bleached / a metaphor for age 
and 
burnout ?
and
slowly
we
move
on . . .



from slatford.co.uk


Friday 23 May 2014

JOHNNY SICKNOTE



three years of doctors

for 
body
and
brain

some 
helped me
and
some
rushed me
and
one
said ANY AMOUNT OF BLOOD 
LOOKS FRIGHTENING 
ON 

WHITE 
T SHIRT

today
i
call
the 
doctors
again

i
have 
a
list
of
questions



from jimstoons.com







Thursday 22 May 2014

NOT LIKE BLADE RUNNER AT ALL



waiting on a panini

fold
a
shit origami unicorn
from
a
five leaves left slip 

alone 
on the bright orange cafe table
it
seems
to
hold
significance

but
its
not
like
in
Blade Runner

at
all



from geekadelphia.com


Wednesday 21 May 2014

IT STARTED IN JANUARY



let me tell you 

about the year 

my memory failed . . .




from siliconangle.com




Tuesday 20 May 2014

OLD CONTRACT IPHONE


far as i recall dino valenti was warbling out the speakers
and a silent snobbish iphone propped on hardbacks may have been taping
and
find
it
now
and
you might
find
out
what was in the Saturday Night Punch

so dino warbled - ethereal like bay mist - and we shot pool with gins and when the gin was gone 
i
conjured
like
a
miracle man
Saturday
Night
Punch

drugs filled the pauses between the frames like half time oranges and soon household implements replaced cheap cues bent like bonfire willow . . .

Saturday Night Punch was delicious - from its hefty bouquet as much as from its unexpected appearance - we were dry !
that
horrible
time of night that should never come knocking
that
sinks the stomach
and
people search out their coats
while
the brain cries out 
from
a
sudden stale ennui that Now Its Alone

i recall there were angostura bitters from a bottle sticky as honey and sloe gin - a gift tasted but unfinished - tucked in the fridge door with hot sauces - squeezed limes and ice crushed in a cloth with a steak mallet - and a fast dash of tabasco 
but
the
other
ingredients of Saturday Night Punch- for the counter top was full with
cartons and containers
and
shakers and slicers
are
lost
to
an
old
contract
iphone




poulwebb.blogspot.com


Friday 16 May 2014

7 AM



in a blue-green haze
mahogany horses dip and run
on
buckle-legs
and
white-beige blossom drift-blows sideways
on
the
polite-cough breeze

but this morning
is
not
a
morning - its a romantics watercolour
in
vaseline
soft-focus
healthy and impossible - innocence from denial brushes

after
a
night
of 
laminated-gloss Bosch



hieronymus bosch, detail of hell

Thursday 15 May 2014

I CAN TELL



shop kid / floppy hair
large-font hoody 
has 
elaborate 
cuffs

wants
to
be
a boxer
but 
been carrying puppy fat too long / i can tell

sells 
me 
baccy and bread wed 1300

i
say MORNING 

he 
says nothing / moves awkward / cant tell 
anywhere 
he'd 
be 
comfortable

look 
at 
the 
plastic cigarette clock / correct myself
i
say AFTERNOON

he counts change in fumbling blunt paws 

hes searching for words / i can tell
cos
he always does
and
he's never quick

he
says
HOWEVER YOU FEEL THATS WHAT THE TIME IS

and
tho
dont agree at all 
agree for his sake / for peace / for social niceties 

he knows his wisdom is weak

i can tell




from dyersauction.com

Wednesday 14 May 2014

CHELSEA MORNING 1



fatima says sorry a lot
tugging tape off the gold electrodes
and
cutting the wires from my head
with
blunt
yellow
scissors

she says

can i ask a stupid question ? why are you voluntarily bald ?

its low maintenance - i answer - and it helps me to think

i like that answer - youre free to go

and 

walk
out
the old fire station
into
a sunny chelsea morning
looking 
for 
a
real breakfast
and
proper coffee



from ellisandmore.co.uk

Tuesday 13 May 2014

3 AM BATHROOM



poems
seem
the
farthest from my mind 
today

their
easy
dance
difficult now

but
still
this
one
threw shapes at me 
in
the 
3 AM 
bathroom



from itv.com

Monday 12 May 2014

FUCK TOWN




Conrad lived on the Hope tapping his typer in Victoria Avenue
where
now
commuter flats block-paved communal yards
back onto the Misery Line
that
goes on and up to town and down and along to the old seaside
where
the pier stretches over shallow miles
and holiday boats would moor for London weekenders
that
was burnt and then was burnt again
and
Pepys lurked in the Worlds End
for navy brews
and
later i’m there for lock-ins by the open sewers
and
Pepys ran off to dig up his cheese and diary pages
and
the peasants revolted on the hinterland hills and in village pubs
where
old kings once slept incognito out on the Dick Turpin roads
and
smugglers tunnels used to lead to river wharfs
now
rotted on the receded estuary curves 
of wild birds and wilder horses
where
graffiti’d concrete pill boxes of toking boozing teens
get rumbled in late night thunderheads
by mad farmers with schizophrenic sons
and
forced to herd calves and cows
into the lee of flood barriers
high and laughing
and
shovelling
bovine
afterbirths into quicksand for the tide
to
hide




Saturday 10 May 2014

ANOTHER MORNING, ANOTHER MORNING



coo coo COOO !
coo coo COOO !

go the 
stupid
pigeons

too early



from kabootarbaz.blogspot


Friday 9 May 2014

I SAW HORSES RUN




there 
is 
no 
joy 
in objectivity


place to visit
but
antiseptic

anyway we're Crazy People
and
must
fall down one side of the fence 
sooner 
or 
later - for our Health

either
into brown quagmire
or 
beds of bluebells

Crazy People
arent
built
for
elevated splinters of denial and indecision
or
nervous
false
superiority


Thursday 8 May 2014

BILLS PILLS WILLS (FOUND IN COAT POCKET)



nurse slap
teat scream shit
worry
play
dream
shop
short trousers
denial
play
long trousers
shop
experiment
eat burger
keys
bills
passwords
shop
eat burger
love sex play
trip advisor
shop
keys
pills
passwords
shop
eat burger
loss
pills
pills
shop
experiment 
shit
eat burger
experiment with shit
supplements
keys
wills
passwords
stay or execution (stay of execution)
linger
loss
shop
shit shit shit
dream
supplements
dream
supplements
exit




Wednesday 7 May 2014

SMELL THE WORLD GONE


rain wet weeds and sun warm cement
damp
like a zoos lizard house
where
the
imported sky
fell

blast of sweet perfume
like 

department store xmas assault
covering 
up
side door cigarettes

white coated coals 
that 
glow like asteroids
and
dusk campfire woodsmoke 
blown 
on a dream breeze

all hint
at
Times / Such Times - nameless memories
of
whenever
and
wherever
the
past 
went



from bunnydesign.com

Tuesday 6 May 2014

I CLOSE MY EYES


and
on
the
the monochrome kaleidoscope 
of
streetlight painted eyelids
i'm
shown
awful mind-films

a
lizard with a rock-head enters half-world left
and
eats
aborigines made of night-fuzz

tho
not
before
i
see
clear
their wide scream eyes

goodbye sleep then
i
think
and reach for the lamp
and 
book



Saturday 3 May 2014

IMPERIAL MEASUREMENTS




stretch
out my 5' 11"
across
the
queen
size

8 lbs
of
cat
purring
one
inch
from my ear

fifty feet away
a
mower
whines
on
the
elevated hectare of verdant green


fall a fathom 
into 
sleep
and
dream
of
Paris
cloth



from telegraph.co.uk






Friday 2 May 2014

UNLESS YOUR MUSCLES ARE REMOVED



what
doesnt
kill
you
makes you stronger

they say

and 
lifes blind smacks 
that knot your heart undoable
and
machines built to help us 
that break us and tear us
and
the awful demands of relentless time 
that pounds on the brainbone
may 
bolster
some 
of 
us 
to heroes

but 
others
turn it the wrong way 
and
hold stumbling blocks as gossip trophies
justifying
meanness 
resentment 
and 
exemption

and 
thats
not
strong
at
all