DISASTERING

cannot
fully
look
upon

our wretched condition
& rolling disaster

without me disastering more

~

i consult my volatile slab
of magic & deception

for any countdown delay
or its possible illusion

in the elongated

gout of the world

MATTERS

 

manipulating always
the matter all arounds us

breaking the atom

harassing the ore

i dont think 

the trees

like the view

THREE MINIPOPS

there something
nice about knowing

theres classy venues
out there by the seaside

where OMD
still gig

~

in the drought
you wait for rain

at the typer
window & desk

battened down
in the newspeak gale

~

scotch was

a benevolent fury
of self-heroism
on the cusp of heaven

back

in
the
bottle shop doorway

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