WINTER FRAGPOPS

decembers tagnuts

vie for place

in januarys

bereft gusset

~

now i remember

a late afternoon

high & itching

in the summer nettles

marlboro lights good

for hayfever throats

 

EVE OF DESTRUCTION

who knew

the eve of destruction

would

have

hot-to-your-door 

uber eats

delivery ?

GOLD & SILVER & RED & BLUE

the presents i got
from them
as a child

were wrapped
in the shiniest
of gift paper

gold & silver & red & blue

it was sad that had to stop

~

time takes things
that you dont know
& they dont know

till all of you are old

& running your movie back

dressed the colour of sand

SWIMMING POOL & OTHER FRAGPOPS

now i remember
the promise & glow
of the vending machine

in the foyer
of the swimming pool
on an autumn night

~

we are gestalt meat tubes

wrecking our kins carbon

with the bold fonts 

of hysterical doctrine 

~

life is

the search for

the perfect trouser 

(a pair with a silver lining)

& optimum towel proximity

THE GREYSCALE LEAVES, FRAG POPS

under the same sky
where warplanes fly
i walk the pale dawn

agog & grounded

kicking the greyscale leaves

~

its a terrible wonderful world
& we are safe we think
on the western islands
in our bells of mist

~

now the fire in my knees

is extinguished

by wading thru

the soup

in the hall

a trail like smudged pencil

i imagine as my wake