BETWEEN HEAT WAVES

 

the air is empty
the nurse is waiting
the reservoir is low

~

barclays now denuded
is optimistically subdivided
& plywoods nailed
up lloyds green face

nail salon arrives

where ejuice died

& whitewash windows

blur a newspaper floor

~

the breeze is dry

the nurse is ready

the farmland is straw

MY WORLD CUP TAKEAWAYS

some of them do 

most of their walking

from the shins down

watch them / youll see

~

commentator highlights include -

an agricultural tackle

& a mention

of camberwick green

~

it occurs to me

with the inevitable mention

of 19 bloody 66

that all nostalgia is

is backwards kinda dreaming

BETWEEN THE MOTORWAY & THE SLIPROAD & THE BRIDGE

& nowhere to be

& there we are

in the seeding grass

of no-mans-land

one hundred cigarettes deep

between the motorway

& the sliproad

& the bridge

& traffics full on

& windscreens flash white 

& up all night

& quoting steppenwolf now

on this wildflower clay

between the motorway

& the sliproad

& the bridge

MORE FOOL ME

my
handwriting
has
been
on
a
journey
into
shit
&
not
yet
back

& the trigger

was my experiment

in cursive numbers

more fool me

HA(NU)KU CAFE

coffee

corner table

three line poem