Friday, 19 January 2018

SORRY ABOUT THAT



in the time 
before i was born
ringo starr 
wrote two songs

and
i
apologise
unreservedly
for
his
misplaced
nautical 
whimsy






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pic from whosdatedwho.com


ps

hey richard
send lennon back when you move on yes ?
soon is it ?


Thursday, 18 January 2018

LIKE FARTS



pressure builds
like stormhead

then releases
like avalanche

like life does
like farts do

like the week does
into weekend

like death is

cos death
is breathing out

if
its
anything




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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

WATCHMEN HAIKU




comic book
top knots

owning the power-cut streets

no thought
for the moon





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pic from watchmen.wikia.com

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

HARDLY BOXFRESH




new year then
its hardly 
boxfresh 

the postman brings
folded fragments 
of the future

potted
pamphlets
from the past

~

new year then

so soon
its like an old sock

same old card game
same old hand 

come on spring come on
your distance disturbs

afternoon patio
birdsong in the sun

~

and that 
last night
of a
gone year
used
to be
nostalgia 
unbearable

used 
to be 
fletch on 
bbc2 
00.10 jan 1st

dregs of drugs
take till dawn

~

and the 
night time bath 
i draw 
these n/y/e days

could be the same water 

as lemmys
last jd ice





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pic from ebay.co.uk

Monday, 15 January 2018

THE ADVENTURES OF A FORD CALLED DAGENHAM




wires
they got crossed

likes they say

indoor fog
falls down
the day

you knows the kind

like cotton wools
clogging the
hippocampus

tell me something eye donts know

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
and dawns is behind me

eye gets the call
uptown they says
yous not black are you ? they says
yous irish ? they says

yeah whys not eye says
ims phil fucking lynott
whys not ?

now this its code
they knows the rest of the code ?

silence
fuck ems
they donts know the code

wees been compromised

tell me something eye donts know

my name is ford dagenham
ims a writer
eye took the call

eye looks at my hand
it holds a mobile
lines open

naked phone eye thinks
naked phone eye writes it down
underlines it - a title

you wants the gig ? they says
now thats
thats aints how the code goes

fuck ems
exclusive ? eye says playing them along
exclusive they says

eye calls a cab on the landline 
ground phone eye thinks
my pen
well it hovers unsure

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
fuck all ems

eye gets my piece
eye makes my peace
ha
as ifs

anyway eye gots a title
before lunch too
and ims dry
so very dry
but us ?
wees are compromised
for sure
and theres fuckers
fuckers uptown

now the code
well they were meant to asks
if eyes a dog next

then eye says 
eye got a telegram from the 19th c
you missed your funeral id says
id says the 19th c wants its bastards back

thats the code
it has to be complex long
it has to be outs of time
theres a lots at stake
in this essential work

and us ?
wees all shades
wees all species
wees dont do wetherspoons
and well 
wees compromised

tell me something eye donts know

my names ford dagenham
ims a writer
and eye says it
so eye knows
so eye donts forget

ims compromised
buts its not my first rodeo

and its a fine day to die
not sayings who tho am eye ?

just sayings you know
just sayings

and well eye gots a title
before lunch too and the rest
wells the rest
its on the streets of course

cabs horn outside

eye picks up my keys
eye checks my pockets
eye picks up my naked phone

in the hallway
eye can hears clear the music
from The Magnificent Seven
inside the waters pipes

my name is ford dagenham
ims a writer
phone
phone
naked phone

off eye goes
eye knows it a trap

but what aints ?

tell me something eye donts know





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pic from vanityfair.com

Friday, 12 January 2018

PART THREE OF A FUNERAL TRILOGY



AFTER

and 
after
it
was
kind of beautiful
to
breath air again
after
the
held
breath
and
production line dignity
in
the
any-denomination-or-not parlour

and 
it
was
kind of beautiful
to 
see 
grandad as smoke
rising
in
a
surprise snowfall

it
didnt
settle
tho

like we had to




OTHER GRANDFATHER

and
as
stiff english lips
lost their starch
and
started
their
flapping

my
other grandfather

big as a tobacco bear

uninvited
and
unexpected

lumbered
over
from
the
carpark

it felt like a storm
that wouldnt break

and he asked me
for the first 
and last time

if i was ok





pic from compassionatefunerals.co.uk

Thursday, 11 January 2018

PART TWO OF A FUNERAL TRILOGY



DEFAULT SETTINGS

sarcasm back then

in
the
side alleys of bikes and plywood

was
my 
vocation
trade
lifeboat
default setting
base root foundation

and it had no home
in 
the
constipated dining room air

proper shoes silent
on the hoovered carpet

before

funeral



UNCOMFORTABLE ACTORS

the vibe
could not
be weighed

it 
was 
like
a half-dozen half-written plays
mashed
together
by
the
sideboard

at once saturday afternoon
and monday morning

and
the
actors
pulled
from
comfort

to improvise cautiously

like
god
was
actually
watching




LONG BLACK CARS

tension at once
ebbed and grew

when
the
long
black
cars 
came

but
movement
always
helps
things

and journeys are cocoon





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Wednesday, 10 January 2018

PART ONE OF A FUNERAL TRILOGY



YOUNG ?!

i
was

' young '

( what a LOADED word
  i almost cannot use it )

i
was
unformed

functioning mush
on 
the
fila
farah
ivan lendle
xr3i cabriolet streets

~

and i couldnt 
tell you now 
what i wore then 

for
the
funeral
this pome is about

probably some 
poorly applied 
hair gel
from 
screw top jar
from
superdrug in eastgate

and
an
air
of
the jagged inbetween




HERE BE DRAGONS

i was full
with
empty things

i felt uncharted

no
i felt unchartable

here be dragons
like on an old map

and if there were dragons
well they were mute
wings clipped

i was 
beyond and underneath

i was
inside the outside
outside the inside

of
my
12 yr old
1985




A FRENCHMAN PHILOSOPHER

like
a
frenchman
philosopher
i knew
nothing
was
nothing
was
nothing
but
ennui black
and
cigarettes
in the 
bath tub

ash volcanic
on the holiday surf
and
blood
in
the
beach hut home





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bill cosby sweater from pinterest

Tuesday, 9 January 2018

HE HAD HIS ROUTINE (BOLLOX)




after
enough
draft carlsberg
and
bottled grolsch
and
smuggled-in
under-the-table
bulls blood wine
we
would 
all 
be
teenage loose in torn levis
smoking fag machine fags
and
singing syd barrett songs
on the long cemetery path
under
a
bruised black eye sky
and
a
carpet stain moon

~

and
he
would
always
stop
by the dance studio
and
try to get a glimpse
of ladies in lycra
thru 
the 
big sash bar windows

beer breath clouding the glass
nose smearing shapes in grease
mumbling
sexual
swearwords
like some heathen predator
in season 
and panting

of course it was dark inside
of course it was long since shut

we told him that
in drunken resigned exasperation

but him
he had his routine

~

and
he
would
barge and fumble
into
the
phone box
on 
bear corner
and
dial 999
to
shout

BOLLOX

at the operator
in
as
guttural and blank and base
an
estuary bark
as
you
can
get

it seemed to sate him

him
he had his routine

~

well we told him 
not to do it
well we told him 
it was dangerous

in drunk and resigned exasperation

but him

he
had
a
need in the night

and we all know about that

~

and
he
would demand
money from us

GIV US FUKKING TEN PEE
ISS ONL' FUKKING TEN PEE

if
he
was
left
short

and we would pay up
to get it over and done with

throwing
coins
at
his
feet
like he was a dancing bear
as if that would put him off

but him
he had his routine

~

and we never ever told him
calling 999 
was free

so 
there
was
as much a kind of balance
in all that
as
there is in anything
on
the
long cemetery path
under
a
bruised black eye sky
and
a
carpet stain moon




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