Wednesday, 2 April 2025

SOFT ARCHAEOLOGY





i would go 
once again 

to the places
have been 

to see what of me
i might find there

in the memory
of streets

& the minds
of hills

~

time has never known 
what its to do with me

i am infested 
with its minutes
&
backwatered 
by the tides
of its great bowl









Tuesday, 1 April 2025

FEAR EVEN TO ONCE GLANCE




now
the
system orchestrated mindset
demands rolling explanations
for absence from the day machine

&
it
comes
out
as
a beg / a whine / an excuse
& pleas for understanding

when
i should
be unapologetically ill

a still turning 
burning windmill 
on the overlook hill

sacrificed to home experiments
slo-mo soft-blazing 
a strange new trail
thru the heart of darkness 

where half the healthy fear 
to even once glance









Monday, 31 March 2025

CIRCLES OF ELLIPSES




 now automatic writing
that engine & saviour of expression

     well -
 stationary boatmen
 make circles of ellipses
 in the spring of surface tension
 with coffee scoop feet 

& if i must
fall deep
to hear myself
i will belay the kernmantle ropes
 & light it up 
 & read the shadows
 of the gumbo & diamonds down there
  & fetch them up
  to the suns
  light
  warmth
   & bleachy fade

   & bust like birth
the kitchen counter silence 
in this bad-quiet & still 
     headpan pool








Friday, 28 March 2025

BABY JOHANSEN ASKS #2


 


papa ?

yes son ?

you know carol on the corner 
sold their mobility scooter
to pay bills from thames water ?

that rhymes son ! 
you could be a poet when you grow up

but papa ?

yes son ?

how would that help ?

. . . well . . .






Thursday, 27 March 2025

BABY JOHANSEN ASKS




papa ?

yes son ?

this labour party, 
theyre people too
right papa ?

yes son 

then why are they doing 
such unpeople things ?

. . . well son . . .