AVERGAE JOE ACTION

the precincts hubbub

is meat & mandibles

is language & smells

is hold-out smokers

& tiered veg displays

is hatchbacks & totes 

& a morse pinging throb

of average joe action

there i am / feel / seem

exposed & towering 

like an actor

on a billboard

faded & dried & split by rain & sun 

& tagged  

in that font 

that pops 

with bubblegum highlights 

COLOUR FLUSHED AWAY

the

toilet
looks
like
something giger drew

in a doodle margin

when
youre
on
the

bathroom
floor
with the ceramic in your face

& 

the air is all hazy grey

BAD NEWS ANTIDOTE - SMALL TOWN FLUFF #4

due to the unprevented

preventable dooms

i present again here

a kind of antidote

i call small town fluff

~

the cat hides again

behind the bedroom curtain again

from the men working

over the road 

on the rooves 

i tell him he is safe

& that the men are only

involved in essential maintenance

of exactly the kind of structure

he sleeps in safe & warm

he looks at me with disappointment

& good lord man i say

i am doing the best i can

& i get him

spray can cream

on our very best saucer

& the suns out

& its spring

& it all looks kinda twee out there

& its lunch time very soon

PUTTING ON A SHOW

gimme
a key change
that saddens & elates
&
gimme soft drugs to dream on
like a drone pedal sustain
&
i will mind-paint
interpretive dance & weird pop
in
a
gallery of caged paintings
by the victorian sea

~

artisans scarves 

is the theme
& 

in the sand
theyll be gold on fire
in the footprints
you will follow

HONEY ROASTED

& i do this here in the mornings
log in / clock in / report for duty
& trawl my notes
& my mind
& my memories 

& hiccupping intention

& the stumbling dance is on
in this early buffet 

of whimsy & effort

& needy blim of creation

till the washing machine
sings its electric finishing tune
& i get into the cheap cuts

of the buffering day
sliced thin but honey roasted